The auntie and the attendant man left me and walked toward the banquet. They walk with a noshi noshi feel as if cutting the wind with their shoulders. The people greeting the auntie speak something smiling but when the mistress passes they have faces as if they put a bug in their mouths. Then they look my way and laugh.
When I walk that way the laughter toward me settles and changes to some subtle smiles. An air mixed of it is a shame I did not become that auntie's prey, or I was lucky, that kind of thing it seems.
