Their fully exposed legs are hairless and, for want of a better word, nervous. Both stand to attention. Head up. Back straight. One hand is behind their back, the other in front clutching their make-up bags. They stand with one foot in front of the other, toes pointing in different directions like a dancer or gymnast might. They don’t appear very comfortable on their peculiar stance, hence their legs look nervous. “This way.” the concierge said, leading Luke through a door in the vestibule.
Who’d be a Boy? Scene 23
