Two women having lunch in the cafe, sitting close together at the end of the communal table, one monopolising the conversation.
“But I told the doctor I had a colonoscopy last December … and they’re going to test my reaction to gluten … and I’d just put on something in the slow cooker and it was really annoying … and my t-cell count is down and they think it might be due to … and I’m going back next week … and then they’ll have to do it …”
Phone rings. Glance. Telegraphs decision she will not be picking up.
Companion makes tiny gesture.
Woman: “She’ll be moaning about something …”
* “All criticism is autobiography.” (Oscar Wilde)