I didn’t catch his name, but he looked like a Travis. He came into the Odell Public Library and sat at one of the computers - three chairs down from me. And as he began to talk, I couldn’t help but lean into the conversation that was happening only 6 feet away. 

Travis had waltzed into my right peripheral and greeted the boy across from him with, “If you hear me talking, I’m not talking to you.” It was more of an explanation than an apology.

He went on to tell the boy sitting across from him (let’s call him Brad) that he was going to message a girl. And his voice had a kind of sing-songy tune to it. It was heard over his very distinct lisp……