On the dike lay a pair of blue flip-flops, clearly bought from that little street just now, aimed at tourists, with sky-blue color and a silk flower of the same color adorning the straps.
"Thank you!"
Betty glanced at the ordinary plastic sandals, did not mind, thanked him, and put them on.
Having shoes is better than being barefoot. The path is full of stones, and she didn't want to walk back barefoot.
The shoes were neither too big nor too small, just right, with soles of moderate hardness, much more comfortable than her previous high heels. Abel watched her actions, his amusement growing.
She wiggled her feet clad in the blue flip-flops with satisfaction, "They fit quite well!"
"Of course," Abel said, raising both hands to lift her off the dike, "My eyes are like rulers, measuring women is my specialty. 89, 65, 88, right?"
Betty looked up at Abel, astonished.
He accurately guessed her measurements?!
