On party people

by Malin's eating

At this party once, she met a guy whose face had been burnt really bad in a fire. She made a conscious effort not to treat him any different from the other guests; she looked him in the eyes, shook what was left of his hand and talked about work and politics. She thought she’d done pretty good, but then she realized that just thinking of it as an effort meant that she had not, in fact, treated him like the others.