Final ending

She still comes around, the girl who thinks women shouldn't play on the street. She comes by almost every night, sometimes she has been there twice. My solution is to stand up and start singing. She leaves immediately so I will stop singing because a woman singing is worse than a woman playing the harp. Every time when she comes up to me she is pointing her finger and acting like she is scolding me. As long as she is only there a minute, I guess I can handle that. I guess there are some stories that never end.