Walking on the Ithaca Commons, a kid under seven with a woman over seventy. I hear them mid-stream, discussing another country.

Grandmother:…You know, a lot of their citizens don’t even have health insurance.
Boy: Why not?
Grandmother: It used to be a Communist country.
Boy: So?
Grandmother: A small number of people took all the money.
Boy: Why?
Grandmother…
Boy:?
Grandmother: They’re yucky.
Boy: (jumping up and down) I wish evil didn’t exist.