Diana

It was the year we landed on the moon and the two brothers were sizing up the soon to be victim -- a paunchy middle-aged man in a business suit deep in a drunken stupor sprawled across a bench and the park had long ago thinned out. Without a word between them the younger brother hung back to serve as look-out while the older one, with skillful ease, fished out the man's wallet from his coat and slipped off the wristwatch. "I
See You!" The man was now upright and was regarding the older brother with such clear-eyed ferocity that he froze where he stood while the younger
retreated and prepared to bolt. "I See You!" The younger called pleadingly to the older but still he didn't move, and for the life of him he could not figure out why.