Small kindnesses

Waiting for the Bus to take to me Geneva from Ferney I sat on the stone wall. The road divider was filled with pink and purple flowers making a long, long rainbow. Behind me was the little glass house which protected riders when it rained and a grass lot and behind that was a new restaurant L’Entrée.

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.