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FINCH
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"Mommy - there's that weird guy again. Why does he do that, Mommy? Why?"
Veronica Dell looked up from where she was tucking a warm quilt more firmly around her 4 month old in the stroller, to see what her 4 year old was talking about. "What guy do you mean, Mikey?"
Mikey pointed to an older man wearing a nice suit and hat, sitting on a bench looking out at the water.
"Why do you think he's weird?" She asked, puzzled, and not wanting her son to insult random strangers.
"He eats ice cream in winter." Mikey's voice spoke volumes about how unnatural he considered this behavior.
"Some people just like ice cream, dear. It's not 'weird.'"
"But he always gets TWO!" Mikey protested, defending his opinion of the man's 'weirdness.' "And he never eats the other one!"
As she watched, the man stood, finished one cone, and then stepped forward to the railing where he gently placed the other cone. He stood there for a moment and then walked away. Veronica frowned in concern as she listened to her son run back towards the play equipment.
The odd man just seemed so sad.
