AS SOON AS DARREN MENTIONS MAGNIFICENT MILE, I want to go there. He’s checking out things for us to see on his cellphone.
“Is there a Macy’s?” I ask.
He types around. Yes, there’s one right in the middle.
“It’s not the same as the one you’re thinking of,” Dad says. “The one from the movie is in New York.”
I don’t care. It’s a Macy’s and I’ve always wanted to see one.
Everywhere around us there are stores and stores. People push in and out of all the doors carrying giant bags of stuff. It’s like going to a Boxing Day sale. Della’s parents took her to Buffalo last year for Black Friday and she said she thought she was going to be trampled to death. Her mother took her back to the hotel to watch pay-per-view and they went shopping the next day. I hold onto Dad’s hand as we walk because I
