CHAPTER TWENTYAnna Maria Berry and Ezio Pinza were walking west on 73rd Street when Petrus Berry and Hobart Lindsey arrived, making their way from the IRT station at Lexington and 68th. Anna Maria wore a knitted ski cap and a quilted jacket. Ezio Pinza wore a bright red dog-sweater.
“He’s done everything,” Anna Maria said. “We were ready to go home anyway.” Her Uncle Petrus got a kiss. Lindsey got a handshake. Ezio Pinza looked up suspiciously between Anna Maria’s ankles.
Lindsey said, “Anna Maria, I think we’re making some progress on—” He stopped in mid-sentence. He wasn’t good at talking to children about death.
“It’s about your dad,” Petrus supplied.
Lindsey thanked him silently. “You know the Silver Chariot you talked to Professor Van Huysen about, in your chat-group?”
“Yes.”
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