"...falling
into step behind her and mocking the way she walked. He raised
his hands up to emulate breasts and she saw him there behind
her. She blushed beyond shades of red threw her shawl across
her face and ran off.
The
koshari was left standing in the middle of the plaza, his hands
hefting air, looking bemused by her reaction. From that image,
it wasn't hard to add the melons and the gleeful smile."
(Joe
Cajero)
