On this warm sunny day she couldn’t help but feel she was being watched. While she bent over, she pretended to tighten her shoe laces and discretely tilted her head from side to side. But nothing peaked her curiosity.
Perhaps her paranoia had to do with a sixth sense inherited from her great aunt Gertrude, or an overactive imagination.
Suddenly, she remembered. She forgot to walk her dog Rex who now waited at the end of the boardwalk with his leash.