I bent down, scooped the scarf out of the puddle with both hands, mud and water dripping from my fingers, and hurled it straight into his chest.
"You don't know me, Oswald? Is that what you're going with?"
He went rigid.
The next second, a black SUV came tearing around the corner and screeched to a stop at the curb.
Wanda burst out with an umbrella, and her eyes locked instantly on the filthy smear across Oswald's chest and then on me standing behind him.
"Oh my God! Oswald! Are you okay? Is this psycho stalking you? Did she attack you?"
She threw her arms around his, shrinking behind him, and stared at me with wide, horrified eyes.
"I'm calling the police!"
"It's okay, Wanda. Don't be scared."
Oswald pulled her against his shoulder, his expression turning cold.
He took out his phone and dialed 911.
The patrol car arrived fast.
Wanda wept like a flower caught in the rain, clutching her belly, gasping over and over that she was terrified.
Oswald held her close and gave his statement in a steady, measured voice. He never looked at me once.
I was put in the back of the patrol car.
The fluorescent lights at the station were blinding.