June 26, 2008
Each dreadlock was bound at the tip by a metal clasp. His features were sharp, and his body thin in the baggy clothing. He was saying something with animation to B. B., who seemed to be listening attentively, hands clasped on the table, looking down into spilled beer. Man talk. Men talk a lot and do not do much. Her intense gaze finally caught the other guy's attention. Still speaking, keeping the voice level, he gave Sveita a long look, and winked. She frowned and sat back, without responding. Very well, back into my cage, she thought. Not for long.