The old, balding, shriveled up child predator turned stiffly towards the exit. His unnaturally held pincer-like hands swung back and forth as he carefully strode toward the curtains, refusing all questions and shuffling off with a dull, fixed expression on his face.
The press, undeterred, shouted questions at him, imploring him to respond.
Suddenly, he stopped and stiffly turned his neck toward the clamoring voices and his squinty eyes opened wider and a broad, crooked grin spread across his face.He held that expression of pleasure and turned back toward the exit, leaving the press corps with a clear, but unspoken answer.
IF THE STORY WERE TOLD AS WE SAW IT:
The old, balding, shriveled up child predator turned stiffly towards the exit. His unnaturally held pincer-like hands swung back and forth as he carefully strode toward the curtains, refusing all questions and shuffling off with a dull, fixed expression on his face.
The press, undeterred, shouted questions at him, imploring him to respond.
Suddenly, he stopped and stiffly turned his neck toward the clamoring voices and his squinty eyes opened wider and a broad, crooked grin spread across his face. He held that expression of pleasure and turned back toward the exit, leaving the press corps with a clear, but unspoken answer.