My Neighbor Knocked in the Rain and Told Me to Take My Granddaughter Across the Street—From His Window, I Watched My Own Son Enter My House
Camp chair.
Thermos.
Binoculars.
I stared.
“Why binoculars?”
“Field is large.”
“It’s third-grade soccer.”
“Still large.”
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