The person had long hair that coiled atop her head, a pair of bright, watery eyes and a small face that was so tender it looked like water could be squeezed out of it.
It was Taylor Johanson, my next-door neighbor.
As soon as Brandon saw her, his whole body started to squirm, so I knew it was her.
In my previous life, after I brought him home, Taylor had come by once. So I never expected that just that one visit would make him pine for her for forty years.
When Taylor passed him by, she only glanced at him before continuing her walk.
Brandon panicked. "Miss, please save me. I'll repay you generously."
At the promise of a reward, Taylor finally halted her steps. “If I save you, how much will you give me?”
“My family is very wealthy. If you're willing to save me, I can give you four hundred and fifty dollars!”
In the 1980s, four hundred and fifty dollars was an enormous temptation for our poor little mountain village.
Taylor's eyes lit up. “Alright. It’s a deal!”
Since she was powerful, she could carry Brandon on her back easily. In my previous life, I had nearly broken my waist when I carried him home.