Richard came through the door carrying groceries.
What mattered more was what happened one ordinary Tuesday evening.
Richard came through the door carrying groceries while Lily followed him, talking so quickly I could barely understand her.
“Tell Mom,” she said.
Richard put the bags down.
“She got full marks on her spelling test.”
Lily beamed.
“And what’s my favorite color?”
Then she narrowed her eyes at him.
“And what’s my favorite color?”
He sighed.
“Pink.”
“My best friend’s name?”
“Evie.”
I watched from the kitchen.
“What book are we reading?”
He answered that too.
Lily seemed satisfied.
I watched from the kitchen.
There was no auditorium.
For once, nobody in town was watching.
No microphone.
No reporter.
No award.
For once, nobody in town was watching.
Just six children who knew whether he was telling the truth.
