The conversation started haltingly
wasteful words, paltry talk of the weather
(I hear you listening)
Hannah's mistake was well known
talk of the town you might say
curious eyes reflected in store windows
she hid beneath her hat
(I see your stares)
Have we met before?
Excusez-moi, elle dira
No, no, the fault is mine
How cold it is today, her shivers
belied her casual indifference
Are you scared?
(I smell your fear)