The water pedlar could no longer be ignored. Twenty minutes before she had been declined when she stopped at the table. Dark, with that kind of axe feature that sometimes appeared on the street. From the table she had gone to lean against the pillar, where she had no better luck. While stopped another pedlar of the same came up before her, a younger woman, blind in one eye from some kind of mishap. There looked to have been no words exchanged, not a syllable. The elder knew what was needed. From a corner of her own little stand which she had removed from her neck, a bottle was taken and exchanged for a similar in the half-blind’s shelf sitting on her midriff. The elder’s may have been cooler, more appealing product on the hot street. When the regular busker was given his Rp2k (20c), he was slipped an additional five to deliver across, something which gave him pleasure.
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