He went over to Ridley and wished him, “Happy Birthday, Earthling.”
I returned to Peg and George. To be clear, calling a person racist had become ‘a thing’ among kids their age. XXX He even wore thick, nerd glasses. Leland had ripped away my little boy’s innocence in addition to his attempt to change my dear son’s name. I called the family to dinner. “How’s a kid to enjoy his birthday when his mom is acting like a sourpuss?”
“You know why I’m like this.” I contested. Leland stared full of amusement at my expense. He marched angrily away. Pick me up and drive us to a park I know at the north edge of the city. I didn’t hear their discussion until when George related it to me, as an example of how dangerous, Leland might be. I spoke curtly.
