JOBURG STREET. Noon. Approaching a four-way stop. Off the bus, walking. Wrinkled, close to the bone, legs wrapped in pantyhose with runs in them. Looking poverty-stricken, threadbare sweater, white woman, grey streaks in her hair, middle-aged, as she turns sideways to check the traffic lights her face is squashed-looking, anaemic, seems like no blood coursing beneath that skin. Mouth thin. ...