Before the lazy crowd arrives
One part of Anita lives on looks, people’s inescapable looks on her face to give the right momentum to the day. She doesn’t know why and neither does she wonder why. Suspicion doesn’t cross her mind, she just yearns to own large hats that go with expansive smiles and put you in a good mood.
Another part of Anita reads Freud over and over again, sometimes she ends up understanding something but mostly she makes it hers by inventing anecdotes at the edge and as proof of her interpretations.
Early one Saturday afternoon, when there is a relaxed atmosphere in the city centre which is later drained by the arrival of a lazy crowd, Anita was dying to get a hat. She saw it sitting there waiting on the armchair of a window display. She went in silently and when she was asked if she needed anything she replied yes, she really needed the white hat, she needed it as if she were a pope. Nobody laughed while she spread her elastic smile over the walls of mirrors. From there, her eyebrows wiggled in a little dance, closely followed and as far as possible by her mouth and nose; finally, her cheeks stretched like bows, ready to complete the good-natured act. Only her eyes didn’t join in and on closer inspection, they betrayed her all the time.