A gaggle of Arab ladies wearing long black abaya robes with their hair covered hover in the makeup department of Selfridges. Thick black khol around their eyes. Plum lipstick. One is getting her lips done by the Beckham-esque beauty counter boy - his streaky blond hair held back by a red plastic hairband. No doubt they arrived together in about four large black chauffeur-driven mercedes, dropped off to shop for the last three hours of opening at Selfridges and M&S. They wear expensive designer sunglasses and strappy glitzy sandals. I imagine that under the abaya they wear designer clothes. And then suddenly they are gone. Puff into thin air as if they were never there in the first place. Genies back into the lamp. Invisible lives.
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