I Don't Think She's About To Go Into Eulogies

It's puzzling seeing her in a hotel lobby. Is she our very own Mrs. Robinson, played by Anne Bancroft frustratingly, waiting at the entrance for Benjamin Braddock's return? A sophisticated gal now on a beige PVC sofa with a glam rock 'n roll French cigarette, so very 70s stylish and genuinely elegant. But what's with her mood? Is she peeved with her missing debonair date; is he late? A picture is worth a thousand words. A picture tells a thousand stories, they say. Pardon the pun, but she's like some gangster's moll and as criminal conspirators go Where is the smoking gun? Her demeanour is stereotypical of the time. It's kind-of-clear Her exasperation is wearing precariously thin. I don't think she's about to go into eulogies when he finally does make it in. It'll be more a case of who did him in. And a coroners uncaring salutary amen.