2. Shibboleth

The story begins with Isabel Vinola lowering her black case in her compartiment. Next thing, she runs her hands through her hair several times, front to back.
She had come from somewhere delicious. People never fundraised for anything, never said hi, not even looked at each other; one would say that they were even taking turns to go out onto the street, so that they wouldn’t offend each other by their mutual presence. Each minding their own business, not caring for others'.
Now there she was, Isabel Vinola, with her knuckles cold and songless name. She’d have to live with undelicious people for a while.