Intermittent shouting lasts about three or four minutes. It is followed by a crash and then silence. As i round the corner near the deli, a mother is crouched speaking to her six-year-old boy.
"I need you to understand that you aren't respecting this space."
The boy is silent, looking around for something else to destroy. A broken cup is several feet away.
"Do you hear me? Elliot, do you hear me? Elliot? Elliot?"
Ahhhh. Now I'm really back.