Shared Illusions

Sitting in the rail station at Rennes waiting for the train to Vannes. A bedraggled woman approaches. Matted hair. Shuffling. Drool hanging from chin. Could I help her with some change? I had some and held it in my palm, thinking to transfer it to hers. But no. She held my hand, palm up and picked through the change, taking the 50 centimes piece as well as the 20 and 10 centimes coins, leaving behind the 1 and 2 cent coins. With a “merci” she moved on to the next person.

I guess beggars can be choosers.