The vision by jen nadol6/22/2023 ![]() Then I saw him-the pimply kid-and did a double-take, staring as he walked across the color-flecked carpet, waving to a coworker on his way for a soda or fries or a horrible accident. ![]() On break, I thought briefly, ready to ask Zander if he wanted to see the new movie this weekend. I looked for the pimply kid, but he wasn’t at the ticket window. I’d left my gloves in the car and relished the touch of our palms as we walked hand in hand past Sears, toward the theater. Enough to open up the fragile parts of himself. So what if I’d started the conversation about his dad? His willingness to continue it told me he really did care about me. Probing his past wouldn’t be easy for either of us, but it was just the opening I’d been looking for. ![]() ![]() I didn’t even protest when Zander suggested the mall, happily surprised he wasn’t going to avoid talking about Saturday. ![]()
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