In Abject Silence
Haughty Miss Hanishree’s black leather loafers must be lickshined, and her thick cotton, purple-striped socks fancied, in abject silence by the public shoelick – otherwise he can be sure of feeling the bite of her swishy, rattan cane on the sides of his face.
That’s because she knows she is better than him, and that he is not worthy to converse with her – not even to extol the virtues of her socks and praise the intricacy of their weave. No wonder she leaves him behind with a look of smug self-satisfaction on her beautiful, haughty face!