During the six months of January to June, Kat stopped at the KFC once a week or so, learning Jeremiah’s schedule and setting it so she would be there when he was on duty.
She watched him. He was ungainly on top of being somewhat pudgy and not attractive. He was always moving about, busy, usually with a sour attitude.
On occasion he could give her a smile, a nod. Once and a while, he could exchange a few words. Rarely, he’d give her a free meal.
Dami had dug deep into Jeremiah’s past on her behalf. He confirmed that Jeremiah was of Jamaican extraction and had been raised by his Grandmother.
Although Jeremiah matched her criterion, Kat had, for the past six months, continued to cultivate her other possibles, so Jeremiah was not her only target.
None of her ‘targets’ were attractive, all were of Jamaican extraction. Some were twice her age, some had very little.
As June began, Jeremiah was the leading ‘candidate’.