Difficult to credit. Hard to believe your eyes. A young teen pacing along at the Haig in front of the shoe store, with her mother couple of steps before it may have been. There may have come a sour mouth flash of disapproval at the gaze. (If only the lady could credit; if she could know the brief.) Thirteen or fourteen, no more. Chinese, simple cut, glasses; the holidays offering an opportunity for a short outing. There had been a market visit earlier; no maid by the looks. Modesty of attire like that indicated a tight budget. There was still modesty of various kinds to be found on this island, in this republic; even among that particular age cohort. It was still reasonably common, though rarely flagged quite in this style. Black bold caps on white, in an arc high across her chest. (Well above the girl’s ripening breasts.) Never the like seen previously in eight years of eyes keenly peeled. VERY GOOD. Can you imagine those of you on the other side; in your distant lands?
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