rosco rathbone
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Grandfather (some kind of West Indian; not sure which island) was sitting on the bench watching two little boys running around. A girl, about 7, in school jumper; white stockings and pigtails was sitting next to him, bawling. I think she'd either been grounded and forced to sit on the bench; or denied something she wanted.
She was doing that forced fake-crying, dry-eyed, that sounds more like a continuous peal of rage. It's a nerve-racking sound; designed to get the appropriate parties to do anything to make it stop.
The little demon had a will of steel-she kept it up for fifteen minutes non-stop. However, she was up against someone even tougher. The old guy just sat there, natty in collared shirt, pressed trousers, big old man shoes and a hat out of 1958; smoking a cig, completely unmoved, ignoring her. Now, I'm a good ignorer, but he kept it up long after the point where I'd have broken.
I was reading, so I didn't see what happened, but I noticed that suddenly the racket had stopped. I looked over and she was curled up in his arms, eyes closed, thumb in mouth. She stayed that way for the next half hour until I left; his arms around her. He looked just as cool and collected the whole time.
Thought I to myself; I've just seen a little tableau designed to teach me a lesson about how to deal with females.
She was doing that forced fake-crying, dry-eyed, that sounds more like a continuous peal of rage. It's a nerve-racking sound; designed to get the appropriate parties to do anything to make it stop.
The little demon had a will of steel-she kept it up for fifteen minutes non-stop. However, she was up against someone even tougher. The old guy just sat there, natty in collared shirt, pressed trousers, big old man shoes and a hat out of 1958; smoking a cig, completely unmoved, ignoring her. Now, I'm a good ignorer, but he kept it up long after the point where I'd have broken.
I was reading, so I didn't see what happened, but I noticed that suddenly the racket had stopped. I looked over and she was curled up in his arms, eyes closed, thumb in mouth. She stayed that way for the next half hour until I left; his arms around her. He looked just as cool and collected the whole time.
Thought I to myself; I've just seen a little tableau designed to teach me a lesson about how to deal with females.