Chapter 77

Tony liked being outdoors. I realized that as we walked. He went out of his way to kick little snowdrifts, or slide on slippery patches of sidewalk, or race around barren trees that shivered and shuddered under a bright but cold sky. He seemed content. More, he seemed to enjoy himself, and not in his controlled, careful way, but in a carefree, spontaneous way that was good to see

As we neared the school, he ran to the wrought-iron fence that separated the playground from the sidewalk and looked at the swings and merry-go-round and monkey bars with a certain sort of fondness.

Children began to swarm as a bell rang and school buses lined up at the curb.

We waited for Amelia.

Tony’s mood changed as the children streamed out of the school. He moved closer to me, as if he wanted me to hide him. He gripped my pocket and lowered his eyes.

Amelia caught sight of us.

“How was your day, pumpkin?” I asked.

“Pumpkin?” she repeated, rolling her eyes in incredulous disbelief.

“Sweetheart?”