Guy sitting in the gutter by a couple of tramways people who were manning the traffic diversion. The scene recalled the gal in the lane by Woolies coming up a few minutes before. Lady there had been found down on her haunches, picking broken glass out of the gaps in the bluestone. Street gal herself that one, in somewhat better shape than the other lad, or the ones she had in company. The latter stood either side waiting on her, the one in front turned back without actually looking what she was doing. Was it feminine, housewifery instinct, thinking of bikers & children coming to grief on the shards? No other conceivable reason for it; there could not have been jewels intermixed. Green glass shards picked by pinky-red nails, which do not come cheap at the Thai & Viet salons on the street. The slide had come recently for that lady, whatever it was sent her; a good way from rock bottom. Nice to see the time the tram guys in their hivis gave the gutter chap. Sometimes different situations enable contact across the divide.
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