A woman with many a year inside her was sitting on a terrace in town. Ample parts of her tired body were jutting out of a mini-skirt and a tight t-shirt. Black boots appeared from under the table, on the end of her bare, wrinkle-tanned legs. Thick black lines circled her eyes and a small red felt hat with black netting had been poised on the crown of her head.
She was reading a book but seemed preoccupied about something and kept looking at her watch, tutting and muttering: "The cat has already been given something to eat."
