“Damn! Need a restroom. Be right back.”
“Okay, hurry up, though.”
“Sadie, come over here!”
“What? Now we lost our place in line.”
“Just look behind the graffitied fence.”
“Sad. A poor homeless family. Should we ask if they need help?”
“Yes. But look a little closer.”
“Wow. The family’s sing in and dancing around a campfire, laughing.”
“You know, Sadie, I think we’re witnessing something quite rare.”
“Oh?”
“What true genuine love looks like,” she says, digging for spare change.