swaying , taking a half step to one side , michael watched in bemused amazement the follow-through , involving as it did the brides mother and a cabal of aunts , all of whom wore the same dozen ivory slips beneath their saffron , all of whom kicked their feet like inverted beetles , lying on their backs in a display of sixtys underwear fashion and advanced liver spots , the mother herself wearing no knickers michael could see and with the tattoo of a raging bull where once her pubic hair had been , snarling angrily in folds of pink flesh between navel and clitoris .