In light rain, he saw posters and bought a seat on

Himself. He did not often go alone to a concert or other cultural events. On your own, you were at the mercy of your responses. Accompanied, on the other hand, you remained in control. You could also share your opinion, seldom favourable, while walking home. The concert, on that particular evening, was too easy to get into. Passing in light rain, he saw posters and bought a seat on the aisle. He was scarcely in his seat when he had to stand up again to let two women into the row. He lifted the folded raincoat, hat, and damp umbrella he had dumped on the empty seat alongside; and the younger woman, having stood back for the elder, now sat there. He had noticed her large-eyed good looks at once when she glanced up saying sorry. But as the struggling out of coats went on, and the drawing off of stubborn gloves, he lost interest. It was the other woman he next became aware of. The older woman was small and dark and wore a red felt hat on her head, trimmed with navy ribbon. Around her
In light rain, he saw posters and bought a seat on