We get out.
We stay near.
In case they want to go elsewhere.
By the avenue next to the Glacier shop.
P:”You’ve got this girl with you.
She’s like your daughter or something.”
R:”You could say it this way.”
P:”She’s worried.”
R:”What makes you think that?”
P:”Children don’t lie.
Unless they’re threatened.”
R:”Is she?”
P:”She’s not well.
And she won’t tell.
Unless asked.”
R:”Did you ask?”
P:”It’s not my role.”
R:”Then who?”
P:”…”
R:”What did she tell you?”
P:”Nothing.
Like I said.”
R:”Even so, you realized her mood was altered.”
P:”It’s always visible.
You can tell if someone’s feels bad.
You just can’t tell why.”
R:”Then, you asked me?”
P:”Yeah.”
R:”…”
P:”She’s down.”
R:”You can tell.”
Someone get off the Glacier.
It’s this guy.
The owner…
He’s outside when the place is busy.
Really trust his employees.
He’s waiting for a car.
The Car comes.
The door opens.
A woman with a coat comes out.
And some weird-ass nose.
Like a peck.
She’s slim.
Anyone would be with a coat like that.
This coat can really slim an ass…
P:”…”
R:”What are you looking for?”
P:”Information.”
R:”Regarding?”
P:”You see what I’m looking at.”
R:”You’re looking at…”
P:”Yes.
But I’m also trying to understand what they’re dealing with.”
R:”How do you proceed?”
P:”I’m watching his hands.
And his face.
Then hers.
Then his again.”
R:”That’s unusual for you.”
P:”She told me I should observe more.
That’s true.”
R:”What do you see?”
P:”I don’t know.”
R:”What are you looking for?”
P:”He’s off his shop.
In the middle of the day.
Traffic’s affluent in.
And he’s meddling in broad-light.
With some weird-nose lady.”
R:”Yes, they meet in public.
It can’t be anything suspicious.”
P:”What I’d though earlier in my life.
But if you can see it.
If it’s done in the middle of everyone.
Yes…
That’s the best place to hide something.”
R:”What are you looking for?”
P:”I told you.
I don’t know yet.”
R:”Just a suspicion?”
P:”Yeah.”
R:”…”
P:”You let her in that Kitchen.”
R:”She’s with L.”
P:”Then you don’t trust him.”
R:”I have little care for his intentions.”
P:”As long as?”
R:”He’s a well-known merchant.
We won’t do anything to damage his reputation.”
P:”And he’ll do things to protect it.”
R:”It’s your perspective.”
P:”Ah.”
R:”Ah?”
P:”You’re defensive.
I slapped your rear.”
R:”Your metaphors lose me.”
P:”You’ve got a nice tenderloin.”