Madame Deaton’s eyes wandered the starlit waterfall fountain, only for her to stop & jerk when she suddenly saw a change:
‘Twas the woman who glowed in the moonlight, garbed in a crinkly vest o’ multiple layers o’ newspapers o’ varying yellows & grays, patterned with the ant-like lines o’ tiny text, with a primary-colored box with an orange cat & white balloon ‘bove it ‘bove her shoulder.
After a full minute’s pause, Deaton said, “I heard you know the secret to beating the market.”
“Follow me.”
The vest woman turned & walked into the waterfall.
Deaton spent a second looking round herself uncertain ‘fore slowly following.