There are several young women in a staggered, seemingly choreographed formation in a small, brightly lit room. Mirrors cover three of the four walls. All the women are speaking at
once. They appear to understand each other
despite the deafening lack of silence between each phrase. Every assertion excites more than the last. The
clamoring briefly subsides as a tiny boy climbs to the floor from a leather
hydraulic chair. The boy approaches a
woman in the group. The volume rises
again. Not speaking, the boy grabs the woman's blouse;
tugs at it. He is barely half her height
and smaller than the leg he firmly wraps himself around. He wants attention.
She understands. His grip is
firm. He peers up at a woman standing less than a foot away from the pillar he’s
latched on to. She looks back; sneers.
He tightens his grip. The women
continue.
