Pocket book in lap, her left elbow gently brushes the metal railing. The train hurtling through the tunnel slows. Clark Street, People get off- peple get on. A child in his stroller acts according to whim that he doesn’t have the words to explain, and when he has the words will not recall the why, throws his bottle. Before the nipple can hit the dirty flloor, Aditti catches it. “Nay nay nay” she smiled toward the child. The words negative but the lesson affirming. She laughingly hands the bottle back to the thankful mother. “We’ll be doing this again, were I to hand it to him.”