There's a woman @ my work, an elderly woman who makes me think of Nancy Sinatra, the woman who once sang "these Boots are made for Walking" and now in her seventies, still hasn't changed her look. She still has long & bouffant blonde hair & long, hot pink fingernails with gems or gold charms embedded in the fingertips. Tanned leather skin. Brown pancake makeup best describes her eyebrows.
She came back to work after being on medical leave due to a mild heart attack. I tried catching up with her while she was walking away. "Sarah? Sarah! Saaaa-Rahhhh," I said. Not yelling but not whispering. Just quietly calling. She only turned around after I tapped her on the shoulder. She smiled and cried out, "Oh, thank God, it's just YOU!"
She was thought it was just the voices in her head calling her again & she was afraid of embarrassing herself if she answered them in public.