Yesterday morning when I was at the bakery and Cormac was waiting for me he took it upon himself to pull up a chair at this older gentleman’s table and start a conversation with him. I love this about Cormac, how he assumes we’re all friends. While we’re at it, I liked the old guy for being chuffed with the company and not surly about my kid, too. He and Cormac were throwing their sweet selves into it but the three year old was speaking ‘little kid’ and the older guy was speaking ‘alcoholic with a cigarette between his lips and some hearing loss and no longer a full set of teeth’ and so I soon found myself in the middle trying to translate for both of them… and it was quite tiring.
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