"Albert," Shay says, leaning forward a bit, "you go right ahead and ignore what you look like. But it's the rest of us who suffer; we have to look at you."
"Actually," he says, "I don't take my appearance lightly. I take you lightly."
And with that he turns and is gone before she can pull out some other mean thing. And I wish I was like Albert. Seeing him shuffle away in those sneakers makes me want to be better. I'm not perfect, but at least I'm not mean.
Fish in a Tree, P63
Lynda Mullaly Hunt
ISBN 978-0-399-16259-6
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