He could have been anybody’s.

A godson.

The kid of a cousin I’d never met.

Gertrude collected people.

I had about twenty minutes of that.

Then, at around ten to seven, the doors opened again and the boy came out with Logan behind him, heading for the restrooms, and they stopped six feet from the pass-through, and the boy turned around and said:

“Dad, is it that one or that one?”

“That one.