091313 #roach A kid sees us. She stands by the buffet, by steaming heaps of scrambled eggs, greasy links, and rubbery pancakes, and looks at us with guileless curiosity. Not smiling, not gawking, but wondering, perceiving, simply watching. Finish up, friends, you tell us. It's almost time to go. We'd rather stay here. Somehow it was all right, before. I was pretty much okay, pretty much ready to go, until I saw that little girl's eyes.