Greta never feared walking home.
On her sunset strolls, she’d greet Amos, the burly homeless man, and give him five dollars. Then off she’d walk, alone.
But tonight Greta runs. She stayed at work after hours, and now footsteps in the dark have caught up to her.
Just as the masked man grabs her, Amos steps out from the shadows; he punches the man unconscious.
“I’m so lucky you were there,” exclaims Greta.
Amos smiles. “Ain’t luck. All these years you kindly gave me five dollars, I kindly been bein’ your bodyguard.”
