“No.”
Emma leaned forward.
“We live near the old park.”
“Emma.”
She shrank into her seat.
“Please.”
Barry went pale.
“Frank would’ve been proud of you,” he whispered. Then he turned to me. “You did well with her.”
He hurried out.
I followed, but by the time I reached the corner, Barry and Gypsy were gone.
***
I bought Emma’s boots with grocery money.
At the store, I put back cereal, cheese, and the coffee I’d wanted for myself.
“You did well with her.”
