I caught her in a backward glance...moving towards me. We were
wandering along the street in a local village in Da Lat. As she approached
I could hear her mother calling to her. I did not understand what she was saying,
but I knew from the sound of her voice that she was calling her back.
I don't think she could help herself, she was as curious as I was.
It was a passing glance...and it spoke volumes to me.