Joie de vivre

I'm back here alone at the children's end of the library. There aren't many people around, and it's pretty boring (though I'm reading and taking notes from A Serrated Edge, so it's not too bad =))

Then I happened to look up and see who was sitting at the table just across from my desk. I saw him come in earlier: a mentally retarded man. He looks funny. He can't talk right. He's constantly chewing on his tongue. When he came in I hoped he would just leave me alone.

There's a little boy sitting next to him now. The kid doesn't realize this man is "wierd". They're laughing and talking to each other, pointing out pictures in their books to each other. I'm sorry, I really am, for thinking what I did when the man first walked in.