“I’ll just tell him I’m waiting for him.”
Occasionally they’d let her in. If not, she’d squeeze through
a hole in the fence. She knew all the holes, after all. Even
when they saw her wandering around the site they didn’t
drive her off. They turned a blind eye. If someone from
management had seen her they had a good excuse, that
they’d not let her in through the main gate. Besides, she
was quiet, all she did was walk around the main yard. She
never stopped anyone, never asked any questions. If some-
one came along she wouldn’t hide anymore. No one asked
her any questions either, everyone knew. Sometimes she’d
sit down somewhere and lose herself in thought, like she
didn’t even know where she was.
From time to time I’d cross paths with her when I
happened to work late on the site. One time it was almost
evening, she was sitting on a crate.
“Oh, Miss Basia,” I said.
“It’s not ‘miss’ anymore,” she said. “I’m married. Who are
“An electrician, Miss Basia.”
“Oh, right. I remember you from the cafeteria. I used to
think you were cute. You were a shy one, I remember. You