In Search of Lost Thumbs 23

The happiness expressed in swaying hands

I was going to take a seat to drink coffee at my usual cafe when I saw the woman in the neighboring seat making a gesture like she was waving something away.

At a glance, her flapping hand seemed like she might have meant, “Don’t sit here,” but I didn’t sense that strong of a will. So I just thought her strange—What a weird person—and sat down. In the mo…