My lands and stars, I don’t even know where to begin. Look at the lady on the right. A handsome woman, sitting modestly on a public bench, knitting something for the boys overseas, no doubt.
Then look at the trollop on the left. The sly look, the slovenly saddle shoes, the legs akimbo, the bikini top (!!), the trousers . . .
That she’s sitting outside an establishment called “Eatmore” does not escape me. She is clearly the first hussy of summer.