September 30, 2007
Aaron had knocked on the door, invited himself in. He said happy birthday and handed me a gift but he looked odd. He wasn’t proud, self-congratulatory as usual. I tore the paper and inside was a board game. “You should play,” Dad suggested. Aaron shrugged. “Wanna go outside?” “Yes.” Aaron led me down the street. “You got a kitten?” “Uhhuh.” “I saw one down there,” he pointed across the street. “Is it yours?” I saw on the curb a lump of red. I never told mom or dad. They wondered what happened to Battleship but Pumpernickel was enough for them.