Mickle is sitting in the sun in the Great Augustine Square when the pretty woman in black comes by. She always wears black--apparently it's mourning, although Mickle couldn't say for sure, not knowing anything about the woman. This afternoon, though, Mickle lights her pipe and waves. To her surprise, the woman waves back, a small, tentative wave, as though she means to conduct herself like a lady no matter what. All the same, though, she's smiling, for the first time since Mickle started watching her.
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Date: 2005-09-03 01:10 am (UTC)^_______^
Mickle is sitting in the sun in the Great Augustine Square when the pretty woman in black comes by. She always wears black--apparently it's mourning, although Mickle couldn't say for sure, not knowing anything about the woman. This afternoon, though, Mickle lights her pipe and waves. To her surprise, the woman waves back, a small, tentative wave, as though she means to conduct herself like a lady no matter what. All the same, though, she's smiling, for the first time since Mickle started watching her.