Charades (April24)

Oh! Too late; squeeze by. You would have liked to have avoided such dining companions. Fallen into the trap. But I’m gonna guess these gals would struggle to make the ID here, in fact. No Ranjit in attendance might help; no one to blow the cover. Sooo good! I love it!… Very inner-city Great Southern Land. Oh, FFFF! a fourth joining them. Early-mid 50s; the immediately adjacent younger. What might give the game away, possibly? Not a single, damn thing actually. Nandri… Xie xie ni. The Tamil & Mandarin to the waiters usefully muddying the water. Goatee; chin beard. (The latter tugged by Yani last night in her throes, just as anticipated from long ago. How could a Mussie gal resist?!) Nothing to hint. En route in the bus and then the queue under the veranda, a Jamaican immigrant piece in the Review on the second generation’s riding on the back of the first; or in fact riding those numbers of ancestors preceding. Bab Ruza, Rose, telling her early teen beauty, Jos ti neznas na cije zube kruh jedes! You still don’t know on whose teeth you’re eating your bread!… Baba had left some other locale in Bosnia most likely, for Southern Herzegovina, before finally marrying (twice) over the border on Uble. Right-thinking gals, polite thanks for the plates. Diet Coke fattie. Careful body language—no cringing away, lest it draw attention. Rely on table manners. (Boy! was that some kinda blind if you could pull it off.) Chook’s cackle. Oh! Guaranteed fans of the Matildas. The NSW Premier had promised a State public holiday if the team won the upcoming final. The semi-final had been a record-breaking TV audience for any sporting event in the history of the country. Oh! Oh!… A reader would never believe. Late-comer facing: Where did you watch the game?… English immigrant in her case, thinner Princess Anne, who followed the hair styling. CAN’T ANGRY TODAY journal (from Yogyakarta) was unfortunate. Contained like the practised Tamils here within these walls and roundabout was the go; always impressive models of behaviour. Drove in two of them; parking problems. Children at camp; looking forward to their return Friday. Husbands good earners. Resentment still burnt deep all these many years later; all that early effort at passing. Best line of defence and the surest, the mou, clipped super-fine, centimetre shaved on top. Nowhere to be seen in these ladies’ circles. Contrary, you betchya. (Can’t Angry & Wrath-Bearing Tree in the folder, but they’re certainly not going to get a squizz at the latter.) Clean getaway; pretty perfect. They might have caught the odd twitch & grimace.