Disheveled appearance... black coat to the floor, the bouffant gets into the eyes. I was trailing behind the supermarket... The little child was following me as if he was my tail, his righteous grandma was apparently displeased. I was bored of it - "Do you want something?" - I asked him. The child answered hesitantly - "Are you a boy or a girl?" - "... I'm neither man nor woman". The child thought, pausing - "Are you an angel?......."