It was silent, as though all the sound in the world had been sucked out of it. Yet Henry was happy. The day was brilliant, the sunlight casting harsh, crisp shadows on the sidewalk as Henry followed Vito down Greenview Avenue.
Henry knew that this was sort of a game. When Vito turned to look behind him, Henry would duck, laughing, into a doorway or behind a dumpster or some shrubbery. He followed Vito until they were on Morse Avenue, and then Henry lost track of him. The next thing he knew, Vito was ahead of him again, but now he had the dogs with him. And Henry’s mother too. And that guy. What was his name? John?
Henry laughed because John and Vito looked like they could be brothers. “Like mother, like son,” Henry said and laughed, thinking he shared the same taste in men with his own m
