Spell it right

spied the woman several times in the town center. On the first occasion, she was seated at a table for
one in a small, independent cafe behind, the public library. At first glance, her appearance seemed
somewhat bizzare. She was wearing what appeared to be a large, ill-fitting coat, which stuck out at the
front. It aroused my curiosity. On closer inspection, the front portion of the coat turned out to be a small
dog, tucked cozily into the garment, its bony little head. all that was visible. I regarded the woman and
the many bags that lay at her feet, then too late became conscious that she had seen me looking.
Quickly, I withdrew my gaze.