I waved my hand at Tony, tried to get his attention. I showed him the clothes, nodded in the direction of the bathroom, the look in my eyes saying Come on. Let’s clean up
Scared.
Don’t be scared.
Scared, mister.
Don’t call me mister. I’m your friend.
True?
Yes. You had an accident, so let’s go clean up. Okay? Then we can watch TV or something. It’s been a long day for you. You must be tired. We can lie down and watch TV. Would you like that?
Scared.
Don’t be scared, Little T. I’m right here and I’m going to help you. I promise.
True?
Yes.
You…not hurt?
Hurt you? No. Never.
You…good? Good…me?
Yes. I want to help you. I won’t let anyone hurt you. You’re my friend now, and friends don’t let their friends get hurt.
You…not same…not…
I was not sure what he meant by this.
Come on,Little T.,I said, standing up and offering my hand.
He looked at my hand, pursed his lips.
I motioned again for him to follow me.
He would not.
Scared, mister. Scared!