Chapter 20

Mickey smiled when I glanced his way. I wanted him to be imagining the same dream, or maybe a Thanksgiving scene, with the four of us at my and Pops’ place after the parade. Gathered at our plates, we’d all tell what we were thankful for, starting with each other.

“I got the wishbone!”

Mickey, Pops, and I would always make sure Violet found it first.

“Make a wish,” Mickey would tell her.

“I wish Daddy and The Big Junk Man would get married, and all of us would be a family together.”

“Wishes come true, Violet,” Mickey would say. “Junk…” Down on one knee, he’d look up at me, his smile hopeful, Violet’s beaming, one on even Pops’ face. “Will you marry me?”