She was at least fifty years old, behaving like a teenager. Her hair long and blond, streaking down her shoulders in long, sleek strands. She needed large, circular movements to toss it out of her face, so her head kept making big loops in the air. All the while she was talking, gesturing, bending forward and backward to act out her story. Just like a fourteen-year old who has sniffed boys in the vicinity.
So far her canvassing behaviour had been unsuccessful. There were no men lurking nearer. In fact, there was a vacuum between her and the rest of the room. Only her friend pretended to be interested in her play-acting.
But her hair tossed on, and her body still ran in circles.