Chapter 13
Julie and I drove directly to Baskin-Robbins on Smith Avenue. While we waited for her prescription to be filled at the pharmacy next door, I treated her to that ice-cream cone I had promised. I watched, with affection, while Julie strolled up and down in front of the display case, her brow screwed up in concentration as she tried to make a selection from among all the tubs of flavors behind the glass. No one else was in the store, and the youngster behind the counter had been well brought up, waiting patiently for his pint-sized customer to come to a decision. After several long minutes, Julie pressed an index finger flat on the glass and announced, “That one. Chocolate. And put sprinkles on it.” She glanced up at me sideways through fringed lashes. “Please?” I smiled and nodde
