She stared incredulously wondering who belonged to this tribe. It was bizarre and foreign. It occurred to her that these beings had never ate scavenged leftovers and possibly never ate at all. Sometimes she never ate, but it was not by choice. Pressing her unwashed hair behind her ear and lifting her chin, she tried to feel pretty. It didn’t work. She sank inwards and walked on with her coins jangling in her paper coffee cup.
