Something Holy

We ate in an Italian restaurant last night, and I was waiting for my 4 year old outside the restroom door. There were a few coats hanging along the wall in the dimly lit passageway. A young girl of maybe 8 emerged from the ladies' room. As she passed through the hall, she kissed her hand and administered a kiss to each individual coat. The quickness of her delivery made me think that this behavior was routine for her. She became aware of me as she touched the last coat in the row, and I pretended not to have seen.