him ever doing that before. It was always I who kissed
him first,
"Thank you." he said. "Thank you for coming
by and giving me something wonderful to think
about."
"We're not just thinking about it. Uncle Linden,
We're going to do it!" Heyden told him. Then he
shook my uncle's hand, and we left. I walked quickly. "Bye." Uncle Linden called from his doorway.
"See you soon I hope."
"Everything all right?" Mrs. Robinson asked,
stepping into the lobby of the home.
"Oh, yes. yes." I said. "He's fine."
"I thought as much. I know what good effect
your visits have on him. Come back soon."
"We will." Heyden told her.
I hurried out the front door and down the steps
to Mommy's car.
"Wait up." Heyden called. "You're practically
running away from the place."
"Just get in. Heyden." I started the engine and
he got in, "What's the matter with you?"
"What's the matter with me?" I exclaimed.
"How could you do that? How could you fill him with
such a story, such an idea? Just imagine how
disappointed he's going to be when we don't do it.
He's had too many disappointments in his life
already."
"Why won't we do it?"
"Please," I said, backing out of the driveway.
"Why won't we do it?" he demanded.