I found Megan on a green wooden bench by the duck pond.

Next to her was the big double stroller, its dark canvas shade pulled down against the sun.

I walked slowly up the gravel path and stopped three feet from the end of the bench.

“You don’t have to stand out there in the dirt,” Megan said, without taking her eyes off the water.

I sat down on the green slats, leaving two feet of space between us.

The park was quiet except for water splashing by the drainage rocks and a boy riding a red bike along the far iron fence.