 | A small lady, who might be a well-dressed
bag lady or a slightly eccentric West Sider, sits down beside a professional
young man reading a newspaper. She leans over and reads with him. Finally, with good humor, but some annoyance, he offers her the paper.
At first she accepts it, and puts it in her lap - but it is clear she
does not want to read it as much as she wants to share it. She seems
to consider this, and returns it to him. The friendship is cemented,
and they both sit companionably silent, he not reading, she smiling at
him once in a while as if he were her son. Then he gets off, telling
her to have a nice day. "Take care of my paper now," she says. | |
