Do something, she says, don’t you have toilets for that sort of thing? She stares venom over the woman’s barely visible breast and feeding baby attached to it. I nod, assure her, we’ll take every necessary action.
I collect her full-to-the-brim cream of asparagus soup topped with parmesan shavings.
If you could follow me, I say. She obliges – sights on a better table. I lead her into the bathroom, without spilling a drop. I smile politely while confusion dawns over her, and say, if it’s good enough for a baby, it’s good enough for you, and shut the door behind me.
This should have won. Best of the 3 top stories by far. Beautifully done!