insight to isa's intellect...

Isa to no one in particular as she watched newspapers blown about by the wind, scattered on the streets while sitting in a cafe overlooking market street at polk:
"look at that... all those worthless opinions on paper..."

i look at her, mouth agape. she looks back at me, silently takes a bite out of her chocolate chip cookie, and looks back out the window watching the street scene.

scared of her...