ELEVEN
A BRIGHT new day and Steve soared over toward D’Andre Walker’s hospital window on the sixth floor of the Bronx Children's Medical Center. Arriving at the smudged window, he tapped on the glass and startled the young patient.
He held up a white paper bag, and he hovered patiently for D'Andre to struggle out of bed and come unlock the window.
Steve floated in, and he presented the paper bag. “My favorite, when I was a kid.”
D'Andre jolted. “What is it?”
“Banana split, vanilla, chocolate, strawberry, hot fudge.”
“Oooh.” D’Andre ripped into the dessert like a hungry animal.
Steve strolled over to sit and relax in the room's chair. “Guess what?”
“Mmm?” D'Andre had already smeared ice cream and fudge across his jaw.
Steve grinned. “I talked directly to the President of the Counci
