Chinatown

Chinatown. Draws all the slow-strolling seeking Westerners. Wary of the touts, knowing a bargain and what they like. Gotta love the peddlers here, salespersons par excellence. The woman tosses down the three packets of tissue onto the unopened diary. SLAP. Dear Diary!... Ouch. She wasn't to know. No beg pardons, jabbering something other than apology. Nance when she gives her the brush-off puts on her severe bulldog face and waves the hand up at her. Point taken, no offence; the Witch turns on her heels in a flash. How did she collect the goods without reaching out even her little finger?