While driving, “Oh boys, I need to tell you something sad.”
“You know our neighbor? He is in the hospital, and he is not doing well…” He is very old, and we don’t see him come out very often. Maybe a rough, ‘Hello’ over his shoulder when we call to him first.
Finley, looking at his hands, and in a small, sad voice, “Mama…I wish that could just be in a book.”
His eyes catch mine from the back seat before returning to his hands, and very softly,
“I wish that could just be in a book because if it’s real, I think I might cry.”