Chapter Forty-Seven
At the Oval, teens roller-bladed to top 40 hits. An elderly couple, hand in hand, glided along beside them. All the baseball fields were full. A man tossed a Frisbee to his dog, a black shaggy-looking dog, and Lincoln looked away.
A cart glinted by North Park Street. Marvin. Lincoln quickened his pace. “Hello!”
Marvin caught sight of him then struggled to turn his cart in the other direction. He shook the thing and grumbled as he tried to get it off of the grass and onto the sidewalk.
“Sir.” Lincoln came up beside him.
“This is mine.” Marvin grasped the cart and crouched against it.
Lincoln stepped back. “Oh, I know. I—”
Marvin's eyes narrowed. “You're the man that was with my Theo.” He yanked the cart away from Lincoln. “What do you want?”
“I'm a friend. A frie
