There was a child kept looking through the door window strip of my Californian office. I saw here out of the corner of my eye – usually when I was on the phone actually – perhaps I had been disturbing her. When I looked up, she would pull back out of view quickly. A few times in the course of the afternoon, this happened. Always when I was talking loudly on the phone.
Some time later, I had stepped out, and equally the little girl came out from her mothers office, it seemed, and blocked my way in the corridor.
“What’s your name ? I asked.
The girl, steady on her feet, probably around 7 years old, I thought.
“Brianna”, she replied quickly
“No Brianna !”
“Banana ? -mmm I never met anyone named Banana before” I teased.
She went back into her mom’s office. I went onto another office. I had got talking, once again in a loud Aussie voice I guess, to a big American guy – you know – also has a football helmet in miniature on his desk – and then the little girl burst in – hands on hips –
“Why don’t you talk regular ?.. she said. Then ran from the room with a smile.