Some overly pleasant visitors lavished Jimmy with compliments: “All of this choice for lunch. You’re the king, Jimmy!” He sat with raised eyebrows and fixed gaze, saying nothing, while his face said so much. There was a wall between them made up of their egos and now he sat on the other side of that, seeing things as they really were. Do I know what he was thinking? One thing was certain: he wanted nothing to do with their compliments, he had entered another world.