Waiting for the Bus to take to me
A car pulled up and a little girl no more than eight hopped out. She was wearing a pink dress that had cowboy fringe in place of a hem.
She and her mother rushed between the glass house and the grass where the child proceeded to retch and retch until she emptied her stomach. Her mother dabbed ineffectually at her sweat-covered face with a small tissue.
One of the restaurant employees had been watching. He came out and gave the woman several napkins, some damp, some not to wipe the child’s face.
An act of kindness made me decide to eat there in the very near future.