Short story - part three The woman put the packet in the elastic band of her pants and breathed out the smoking from the nostrils. <Are you the new neighbour?> She asked him, holding the cigarette between her fingers. Isaac noded and looked at her nails painted of red. The young woman tightened the cigarette between he lips, and swallowed a pull of smoking. <Have you got a name?> She smiled, and then she became serious again. <Isaac>. He answered, stroking his bald head. <Isaac Tutuola>. He was more precise about it. <Nice to meet you>. He stretched out his black hand to her. The young woman had a look to his suit. 'It was too baggy and Isaac looked like a worn dummy'. She thought, taking her reddish hair and putting it on a shoulder. Then she watched anxiously inside her flat, before looking at Isaac again. <Isaac>. She repeated. <Isn't it a Jewish name?> She asked.