|March 30-31, 2011|
As I idly went along, skritching away in my notebook, I noticed that her expression was changing. Frown lines were appearing between her eyes.
Was she awake, and pissed off? She was wearing dark glasses -- maybe she was looking at me under her lashes.
But no. Definitely asleep. So I went on but I really didn't feel right. Looked around for another subject. Returned half-heartedly. A few more stops and her chin was frowning now, acting like a ledge for her mouth, pushing the whole thing up with frowny lines down the side.
At first I just figured she was brooding over something, but finally I figured she must be awake, maybe looking at me here and there through slitted eyes, maybe when I was doing her collar or whatever. Who knows. Anyway, crappy.
I was duly punished, though. The story A Sketchy Ride didn't go in the print edition of Ottawa This Week. Ah well. You win some, you lose some.