The little old lady sat right down on the bench, placing the stick beside her.
I don’t want to eat much. Just get me a couple of donuts.
They leave. She turns to the young guy sat facing her reading a book with the self-conscious air of someone who likes to read a book in public.
They just drag me everywhere, drag me around.
The young man smiled and nodded. She probably thought he was foreign.
He thought about it, she would rather be sat at home, no-one to trouble her.
They arrived back with her food. Half a chicken and a big stack of fries. The guy in the suit with a white shirt and silver watch grabs his fork and knife in each hand with an anticipatory grimace.
The old lady looks at the plate of food with this sad old tired face.
The young man goes on reading his book.
