I am walking down the hall.
"So my mom's making me read this book," someone says.
"Right," their friend responds.
"It's called 'A Child Called It'."

There is a pause.

"'A Child Called It?'"
"Yes," the book-reader says. "That's the title."

There is another pause.
It finally ends.

"Isn't that the book about the psychotic clown?" asks the friend, frazzled. I know her friend's going to correct her, but...
"I think it is!" the first girl responds. "My mom's weird."
"Yeah," says her friend.

They mix back into the crowd.
I, meanwhile, have just lost a little bit of faith in humanity.