I turned around and looked at my daughter.
She was not laughing anymore. She had her hands flat on her knees and she was staring at the floor, and her ears had gone red the way they do when she is caught.
“Hannah,” I said.
“I was going to tell you,” she said.
“When.”
She did not answer me.
The security guard got there about then, and a woman from patient relations, and after that it got loud again for a while.
The guard’s name was Marcus and he had worked that lobby for nine years. He was polite about it. He asked the man to put his hands where he could see them, and the man did, and that was the whole arrest right there.
They walked him over by the gift shop and sat him down. He went without a word. He had done this before, I think, the being walked somewhere part. He had the look of a man who expects to be the one they come to first.
I heard the woman from patient relations say the word trespass. I heard somebody else say police.
