He watches a man pull a child's hand as he says irritated words over his shoulder.  He knows who the man says them to because one woman laughs kindly, sweetly, as she looks at the other who might have felt herself scolded.  His eye stays on the woman who had instantly sensed the need to make light of something that could easily go dark — just as she then goes after the child the man still drags, catches up, bends at the knees, and opens her arms wide in an embrace of all things such as no child can resist.  He looks at the child, her hand, watches it slide quite suddenly out of her father's grip, as if let go.