A Voice
On the other hand, she was unaware that this seemingly insignificant gesture of gratitude would set off a peculiar series of occurrences. The moment Marian walked away from the beggar was the beginning of it. By the time she heard a voice coming from behind her, she was around twenty feet away from the homeless woman. Once again, it was the beggar who was beckoning her.
A Voice
Waving
Marian looked around and saw the beggar waving at her from where she was sitting during the conversation. Marian wondered if she wanted to express her gratitude to me for providing her with that minuscule amount of coins. A expression of desperation could be seen in the eyes of the homeless woman, as if she wished to convey a message of great importance. But there remained one issue to consider.
Waving
