Approaching Minx, she attaches herself to the sizeable beast.
He then turns taking in each stare dissolving wrath and action.
Turning his back with Minx close and loving, they leave.
A collective count to ten as the door swings closed and the room becomes a murmur.
Who was that girl? Why that song? Does Jack know? What shall we do?
These are the thoughts that ran through the heads of the majority present.
Though not a single word was whispered about such happenings.
A young woman leaves the room amidst the living denial draping across the space.
No-one noticed her leave, a nondescript personage, the local wallflower.
The night moonless thick and warm envelopes her, still she looks into the darkness.
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