Dear all, this is from a story by Anne Enright 'What Are Cicadas?' Her name was Monica. She smiled at him, in complicity and shame. ‘Deaf as a post,’ she said, and the room dilated with the possibilities in her voice. She was embarrassed by the money in her hand. She looked at the bob of panic in his throat. My guess bob of panic is apparent for the beholer twitching of Adam's apple. Is it really so?