after the meeting they left for the showroom and the gallery and their friends and the terminal. A feeling of time left and never seen again winds blowing in their ears to make them giggle to the old torn piece-of-junk-for-a buildings.

Got their purses and into the turnpike agressively with their hands and furs into the furnace lost circus on the way, asked for directions and the driver never cracked a smile like the rest of them, their top hats.

With winds and cloaks they went on to the next distraction.