...of embarassment

...We are standing by a lamp-post, in dead silence, waiting for a bus, and what happens? My drawers fall off. I look down at them, step out of them neatly, pick them up, roll them into a little parcel and put them into my handbag. What else is there to do? He stares into vacancy, shocked beyond measure...

[Good Morning, Midnight, Rhys, J.]