Her transparent dress exposes her black bra and nearly the full length of her legs. Her shoulders are bare and she wears flat sandals. But like the signora told me, no one mentions it here. One of the thin straps of her dress has fallen from her shoulder, but she doesn’t seem to care. She never bothers to adjust it. She’s still talking with the woman behind the window. They have so much to say to each other, it’s as if they’re friends.
