Taking my ice cream cone from the woman behind the counter, I lick it then step aside so Dominic can order. He looks at my cone hesitantly, shaking his head slightly. "I don't know about that colorful shit."
I chuckle, holding it up. "Try it. You'll like it."
Leaning forward slightly, he licks the side of the ice cream. Raising his eyebrows, he nods a little. "I have to admit, that's really good."
"Told you," I say.
"I'll take the same thing."
Once he pays and gets his ice cream, we walk side by side down the sidewalk. The cool breeze is comforting and I feel at peace here. Walking past the big screen and all of the people in front of it, we stop at the swings near the edge of the park. We sit down beside each other, swinging slowly as we enjoy our ice cream. The Sandlot 2 plays on th
