I hope to God that you were really selling candy bars.
You were small and almost sad.
I was one of the people in the crowd. I almost didn’t notice, except, I did.
Where the hell is a Cop when you need one?
Not there. Not then. I know because I looked.
We both know you shouldn’t talk to strangers.
I was a stranger, someone else’s mom, not yours.
You said you were not alone, that your aunt was inside the restaurant. You were all right you said, you were selling candy bars, you said.
We both know you shouldn’t talk to strangers, don’t we?
I hope to God you were really selling candy bars.