In the Park with Dance

“So,” Amalia says, looking immensely pleased with herself.  She shifts in her chair, looking at Drin.  “When are you taking Dance out to dinner?” Drin starts to chuckle.  “You know his schedule right off the top, Ms. Yenta?” “Pretty much.  I think he’s got a Monday free next week, but …

Father’s Day

Drin wipes his forehead and says, “Do you think we ought to start hauling burger boxes again–” “I think you need three minutes more rest,” Dance says sternly, frowning up at him. Drin is absurdly delighted by this.  “Yes, Mom.” “Right,” Dance says, and his gaze goes past Drin.  He …

Fiddles at the Metro

“Need another carton, you think?” Drin asks, opening the top box of hamburgers. “In ten minutes,” the grillmaster commands, flinging up one hand in grand dismissal, as if he’s conducting the finale on a Wagner piece.  It pleases Maestro Richard Young to turn brusquely away to a woman in line.  …