...She was talking to a butterfly. What was this girl-- permanently five? It took all she had not to make a comment about it. Instead, she said, politely as she could, she remarked, "There are more by the playground. That's where the majority of the flowers are."
Maybe that would make the girl go away. She wanted to be alone to wallow in her annoyance and anger and general hatred of the world. Having an overly perky, humming, talking-to-butterflies person around was not what she wanted.