40. Volcanic Rage

After Xavier’s car left her at the closest dock, she boarded a water bus and took a seat next to an elderly woman who appeared preoccupied with searching through her bag.

“What a lovely sunny day, don’t you think?” she said to the older woman, turning to face her. “Can I assist you with something?”

The elderly woman raised her eyes and smiled. “I can’t find my wallet. It must be somewhere in there. Unfortunately, I forgot my glasses at home.”

“Let me help,” she offered, reaching into the bag. After a bit of searching, she retrieved a black leather wallet.

The woman expressed gratitude by giving her a chocolate bar.

“Oh, you really don’t have to,” she replied.

“Please, I insist. It’s rare to find kind-hearted people these days.”

The elderly woman got off the water bus at the next stop, while she remained seated. After two more stops passed, she finally got up, disembarked, and walked along the path for three minutes straight. Numerous tourists and locals passed by, conversing in differ