Chapter 29

Did he?

“Oh, man, look,” Gordy pulled Leo to the left of the laneway. “Goats! Wow, they’re small. They must be babies, right? And different than Belinda, too, wouldn’t you say? Like a different breed? Aren’t they cute?” He let go of Leo’s hand and hurried down the path that led to the goats, the idea of getting an actual response to anything he asked seemingly meaningless.

Leo, on the other hand, didn’t rush forward. He meandered, taking in the sights and quietly assessing, as if he were one of the many parents strolling down the walkway as their kids ran for the fences and climbed and screamed and reached through to get grubby hands even grubbier as they stroked and poked any animal brave enough to come close. Surprisingly, that was more animals than Leo would have assumed. Tempted by tiny fistfuls of corn and pellets they put up with both the gentle and the unknowingly aggressive to munch, munch, munch, before abandoning their new friend for the next one offering food.