Guests ignore a man in a wheelchair—until a little girl in a scarlet dress steps forward and changes everything in seconds

in rooms that had not quite decided how to regard him. The assumptions had changed shape over time but not in substance. He was staff, or he was lost, or he was someone’s responsibility, or he was invisible. Occasionally he was inspirational, which was its own particular species of exhausting.

He found a space near one of the marble columns at the edge continue reading …