Midday had found him wandering in the park. The sun was high and his spirits were low. Mr. Kaye was as heated and baked as the pavement he walked on. The subject of annoyance today was Shelia. Well, at least it started with her, but then it moved on to the son, the boss, the butcher, the guy across the street and everyone else. “Isn’t there anybody in the world who can pay a man his due respect, for the love of God?” Mr. Kaye said in exasperation, staring down at his shadow. Suddenly, he began to feel annoyed with his shadow, too. So dark, flat, stubborn and useless. Just like the rest of them. They just want to do as they like, no matter if that’s not the way it’s supposed to go. At these thoughts, Mr. Kaye’s anger simply boiled. Before he knew what he was doing he had kicked his shadow, punched it and rolled over the ground. When he had gained control and stood up, he was half shocked and half relieved of the anger by what he had done. Now, as he glanced at himself, his stained clothes and his bloody knuckles, his shadow mocked and imitated his every deed. “Well, whatever you were tryin to do, that certainly ain't done any good,” a voice came from behind him. Mr. Kaye was ashamed that someone should have seen his outburst, but he forced himself to face the speaker. “There are people to whom one must show respect. Sometimes one fails to do that.” Mr. Kaye said plainly. The watching man scrutinized him for a moment. Then he replied, “Look at the shadow how you want him to look at you,” Mr. Kaye stared at him in disbelief for a moment, and then turned around to stare at his shadow. His shadow quietly stared back.