All he wanted was some sign from them that they acknowledged him. That they saw him for what he knew himself to be: a man, a strong man, in the prime of health. A good man, God-fearing, who had been visited by an angel. Not someone to be ignored. He didn’t like the way they looked at each other. It was as though they spoke a silent language he couldn’t understand; it unsettled him. It made him feel less strong, less good. All he wanted was to be seen.
