downward cast and cupping her right palm with forefinger and thumb discreetly pinching a pimple at her left temple, it appeared she worked for the U.S. government. or, if not for that government, then some other. and if for no government, then a security firm. crested there near her temple likely a very tiny two way radio or more secure line. it appeared that way and as she started to slowly chew a scale of dried flesh hanging from her lower lip she suddenly appears to be communicating something so important and confidential that she must hide her voice from both ears and eyes alike. that she averts everyone’s gaze, not only his, deeply troubles the man, seated across the park, watching her in the cold afternoon fog for hours, mouth agape, newspaper abandoned.