Looking at the woman seated diagonally across my table, I notice she giggles at every word spoken by a 60-odd-year-old man, I guess, sitting beside her. I think she is tickled just listening to him talking, or perhaps she’s a little deranged, or she could have some special needs. There’s another woman, a little younger than the man, sitting beside her too. On a closer look, one could see her bob hairdo framing her pudgy face; a childlike innocence frames her face too. Peculiarly, she wears a floral bib over her green tee that looks more like an apron. By the way, the trio have just left. What do you see? Do you see her with a jaundiced eye?
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