Of course he did.
Then Eli noticed him.
Of course he did.
One rainy Tuesday, I came into the kitchen and found Eli wrapping half his sandwich in foil with total concentration.
I said, “Why are you doing that?”
Without looking up, he said, “Mr. Larkin eats dinner alone.”
I blinked. “How do you know that?”
“He has a dog?”
“He told me.”
He shrugged. “Outside. Yesterday. He said I should stop kicking my ball at his fence because it makes his dog bark.”
