"logic" by Edward Hopper
Nobody in the place knew his name, but any of the neighbors was able to describe in detail the color of his hair, height acrobat their stilettos, the voluptuous trail of perfume or leaving the study in view of her cleavage opening. The rest of the personal circumstances of that stranger was a mystery to everyone. Neither they looked to the eyes and she struck up a conversation with anyone, not receiving letters and their habits were methodical and fixed: a casual stroll in the morning, during which took the opportunity to stock up on food, and a latte at sunset on the terrace bar, nothing special if not for their appearance always groomed to run these events so simple. The gossip about his person were continuous, though she did not give fuel to the gossip with his ascetic life.
During a windy afternoon, sipping your latte at the bar on the esplanade, a boy approached him and, without looking at her straight in the eye, called Star.
- Star? -Was surprised, amused at those eyes full of innocence and warmth.
"For me, it is your name, ma'am. You shine like a star in the night.
The stranger started a conversation with the little to the astonishment of all the bar patrons. On leaving the bath the child's father, took him by the arm and rudely turned away from the woman as she scolded and warned against the dangers of evil hidden in beautiful packaging.
When the woman returned home, he recalled the innocence of the child and thought her life could still straighten.
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