The sequins spelling out “Justin Bieber” across the woman’s crop top are in a shade of silver that exactly matches her hair, but this dubious fashion statement is lost on the two teenage girls who are staring at her from within the cosy confines of the bus shelter. Their gaze is transfixed by her bare white blue-veined thighs. Combined with the scarlet mini skirt, the effect is that the components of the Union Jack are waiting to be properly assembled.
Stumbling on too-tight wedge-heeled red sandals, she approaches the bus stop. The darker of the girls pulls a tasteful lavender cashmere wrap more closely about her shoulders, although it is not cold that has made her shiver.
The woman judders to a halt before them, as if she’s inadvertently put her shoes into neutral. From behind bifocals, she flashes a smirk at the cashmered girl.
“So, darling, now you know how it feels when someone borrows your favourite clothes without asking.”
Glancing sideways, the teenager clocks her companion’s dropped jaw. Then she sighs and peels off the lavender wrap.
“Ok, Mum, I get the message. Now, for God’s sake go home and put your own clothes on.”
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