The Peacock 1410

But now she herself is getting up to leave. I find it hard to believe that she has actually aged one single day in the twenty years that have passed since Carl knew her in Amsterdam. She is tall, incredibly tall, slender but with the broad shoulders of a man, accentuaed by the black leather bomber jacket that barely covers her tight black T shirt. She is wearing super tight jeans and high heeled black leather boots that strike the floor like a Clydesdale's hooves on cobblestones as she walks towards the door, her long poker straight blonde hair swaying with ensouciance as she selects an umbrella from the bucket by the door and leaves the café.