July 19, 2016:
Very young, eleven or twelve, pushes her very young breasts forward with obvious pride. I am not a girl. I am a woman. Strides by breasts-forward, parading.
Philadelphia Accent talks nonstop. She's been talking 40 minutes without apparent breath. Hands over her phone, private. The other side probably disconnected 30 minutes ago.
Young Latina mom catches me looking, stares back with hard challenge: What's your deal, punk? Resisting laughter I think, Not you, apparently. Just another airport fly-by.