"What did you say? Speak slowly," Andre said, unaware of the trouble Lara was in.
The woman appeared to be panting while holding her increasingly large stomach. No one could say how worried Andre was about Lara's condition. First, he lifted Lara's body and then gently pushed her to the sidewalk to avoid being hit by passing cars.
"Phone, police," Lara said breathlessly. "To ... call."
Andre held both of Lara's shoulders and began to gaze deeply into her eyes. Andre's eyes radiated concern and curiosity. What exactly was happening to this woman?
"Why should I call the police?" Andre asked carefully. He watched Lara's every move, which seemed unstable, then reluctantly grabbed Lara's hand to help her calm down a bit. "Lara ... tell me, why should I call the police?"
"There's a fight over there, Andre! Please! My maid is in danger! I have to go there ..." Lara pointed to a row house with green paint across from them. Indeed, there were shouts and curses coming from that direction, bu
