She climbed to the edge of the road, along which the rejoicing serpent of excited workers, peasants, and working intelligentsia slowly moved, looking at the decorated allegorical chariots depicting the achievements of socialism. The touch came as she rose to her feet to see better. Without previous timid caresses, without timid searching… Suddenly she just had it between her legs. A short grip, a short and strong caress between the veils from back to front and back again. Like him? No, it couldn't be, she immediately answered the question that ran through her head. She put her legs a little farther apart, stood on tiptoe, and watched her grandfather do what she did. He didn't do anything, not her.