Something the young Indian lad waiting wanted to share.... Oh yeah, OK. Sure. (Caught a bit in dreamland).... The three girls at that table, two dark.... Ah-ha. OK. The Chinese made the reference a little tricky at first, but gotcha now.... Odd one out was white. Tall girl, a little statuesque. Nothing super-dooper special, but easy to understand the lad's fixation. In broad strokes not far off some of the sweeties selling high-end watches, jewellery, skin-care and handbags on the billboards, the magazines and newspapers and no doubt all the other media, radio included voice-suggestion. Chap had made eyes at her earlier. Not bad hey? Eye-brow-raising across the room. North Indian, tall himself, fair shade. When the three departed he must have been at one of the outdoor tables and watching the mermaid rears switch away over the winding path. Three women, two dark, one with umbrella. But what do you know? Latter was wielded by the dark one, the Indian. Not the white....Ah ha…. Waiting again on the slow uptake.... Ah. Oh. Hmmm.... Told about melanomas on all skin types regardless, all being susceptible, failed to impress the lad. It was not this that he meant.... Ah, OK. She wasn't hiding behind the shield for that reason, granted. Fair enough. Her complexion….But. But. That was it. This was the point: ….But none already. Or (there was) nothing there...How did he phrase it particularly? A Poly boy's striking creole? Was there faintest sign of cream unabsorbed on his skin quickly applied just starting his shift?... Rusty blonde hair high-lights.
NB. Some days ago an old Montenegrin saying came back; not strictly relevant here and in the Tropics not quite transferable, though all the old sages of the ages and all the traditions here would agree with the sentiments: Da nije sirotinje nebi ni sunse grijalo. Were it not for the poor neither would the sun shine. (Warm and give life the fuller sense.)
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