I stood next to him, drummed my fingers too.
He looked up at me, smiled.
I drew a smiley face on one of the frosted panes.
He did likewise, his lips curled into a grin.
I made a tic-tac-toe board.
Without waiting, he took the first turn, marking out an X in the center box. We spent the next thirty minutes moving from one pane to the next, playing tic-tac-toe. The more he played, the more he seemed at ease, lost in the simple pleasure and happiness of it. His face beamed. He did not at all seem afraid or unsure of himself. He even leaned against me as he waited for me to make my moves.
When we ran out of windowpanes, he looked at me and began to giggle.
I giggled with him.
Let’s go see what J. is doing, I suggested. You remember the way?
Grinning, he led me from his room, down the hall to the landing. His feet flew down the steps, and for a moment my heart was in my throat because I thought he was going to break his neck.
“Be careful,” I called, knowing he couldn’t hear.