Chapter 26 - THE NEXT LITTLE BOY
Leo had a son at thirty-three.
Name:
Enzo.
Three years old.
Of course.
One afternoon Enzo drew a line down the side of Leo’s car with a piece of sidewalk chalk.
Not damage.
Still looked dramatic.
Leo saw.
“Buddy.”
Enzo froze.
“I clean.”
Leo crouched.
“We’ll clean together.”
“Hungry?”
Leo’s face changed.
Old memory.
Then:
“You eat whether the chalk comes off or not.”
Enzo nodded.
They washed the door.
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Halfway through, Enzo abandoned the sponge for a toy truck.
History defeated by attention span.
