C121 A mad woman

We came to a desolate street with few people on either side, and the air was cold and windy.

In the shop opposite me sat a mad woman.

He wore a red hat and a red cotton jacket, and on his feet was a pair of dark red slippers. The originally red slippers looked as if they had not been washed for many years, and were already quite dark.

"This woman had a child." Little Driller Wind said