Dacia CunninghamProfessor HinkleEnglish Comp I22 February 2022The Devil’s Promenade​“I’ve seen it,†the old woman said and flicked her cigarette. Ashes flew and scattered across her lap. Some fell to the floor a few landing on my converse tennis shoe I shook them free.​“What did you see?†I asked.​Her eyes left my face and wandered up as if she were staring at the blinking exit sign in the far-right corner of the room. A student of facial expressions and body language, I knew it was not the lit sign that she held in her vision but a visual construct of the past. Her still dark eyebrows pulled together and I saw fear register in them. With narrowed eyes, she held her stare, and the moment ticked on.​“Grace,†I said with a gentle tone and reached to touch her knee, hoping to draw her back to look into my eyes, where I would work to keep her attention with my expressions of interest “What did you see?â€â€‹As she turned back to me her face changed from fear to anger in a flash, but then, she smiled again, finding my eyes. “It was a long time ago,†she said, and her boney hand