Paddington Markets on a bleak Autumn Saturday arvo
One little old lady with the wisdom of the ages, aka con-artiste.
Two needy types in over their heads, aka suckers.
Cars whizzed by within a yard of her oblivious back. She strained to hear the softly spoken supplicant, her demeanour ripe with understanding. Her inner eye keeping watch on the partner, slightly off-stage, alert to any change of posture, that might indicate derision, or lack of taking the hook.
The Elvis badge jiggled on her devil-may-care cotton hat.