“Look at her. That doesn’t look real? Painting her face, trying to look attractive to us.
We are what we are through circumstance. I know others find us a little scary at times, but we are-were just regular people till it happened. Now we’re having this little get together in the park and she turns up looking like that. Does she think she’d going to make us laugh or something? Trying to be the life of the party.
Life! Ha! Now that’s a laugh. What kind of life do we have? No one understands us, our needs and wants. Even Hollywood doesn’t get it right, making stupid movies about us.
I’m sick of looking at her. I’m going for something to eat. Who’s coming?”
The small group nodded and murmured in agreement, turned and shuffled off. The party girl heard a muffled chant as they departed . “Brains, Brains, Brains.”