CHAPTER 17Len
It was awkward, standing in line at the zoo’s entrance the next morning. Sarah stood a little apart from them, not speaking, with her bag slung over one shoulder. Len didn’t know what to say.
“You could put that in the stroller, if you want,” he said at last, just to say something. “Then you wouldn’t have to carry it.”
“I’m fine.” Sarah glanced at the stroller. It was the flimsy umbrella kind, and Emma was inside; there was nowhere to put a bag.
“You could hang it here,” he said, tapping the hooked handles.
“Really, I’m fine,” she said. “It’s not heavy.”
They both watched Jessie, then, who was hopping from foot to foot impatiently. “When are we going to get in?”
Inside the stroller, Emma began to squirm unhappily, and both Len and Sarah bent down to her at the same tim
