The mayor gave her the honor of setting off the first of the fireworks, and we hunkered down for fifteen minutes of a time-honored American tradition.
Tony sat in my lap and stared at the night sky with amazed eyes, grunting at the explosions of light over our heads. He kept turning to look at me, as if to make sure I was seeing the fireworks too. I wondered how it must appear to him, minus the bangs, the noise, the sounds of the explosions. I was not even sure he understood what fireworks actually were.
Amelia had immediately scurried over to sit with Mary. They carried on like old pals.
Mama and Mrs. Ledbetter sat in two of the camp chairs we’d brought. I was keenly aware that fireworks in New Albany were not likely to match the splendor of those in Boston tonight, but Mrs. Ledbetter seemed to be enjoying them all the same.
“It’s like old times,” Billy said.
“It’s pretty awesome,” I agreed.109: So This Is Goodbye