I told the woman about reading it again in a college English class and being startled by what it contained. Things I had previously glossed over popped to the forefront, holding my face in its hands and forcing me to look it in the eye. Much like the story itself, I had been reading without bothering to notice there was a storyteller with a life of their own behind it.
It turned out the woman was a professor getting ready to teach "The Laughing Man" to one of her classes. As she left, she smiled at me and said, "You've affirmed my faith in everyone under thirty."