August 18, 2008 § Leave a comment
Action: I was walking through the hotel’s restaurant to the outdoor patio that overlooks the waterfalls and passed two young men, seated in lounge chairs, one fellow wrapped in a blanket (very Queen Mary cruise line style) against the chill of the night, the other in a shirt, jacket and plaid pants. It was dark.
People were talking low, (genteel) as though the evening indigo had turned the place into a bookless library where soft voices were required in order not to interrupt anyone.
Blanket fellow said to his companion: “She’s dirty, really dirty.”
A pause, then…
Companion responded: “Uh hmmm….”
And that was it. Blip. I was out of range though I might have gladly lingered if I’d had reason.