How big are your feet?You mean for running from crimes committed? How big are your feet?You mean, will I be tall enough to beat you up one day? How big are your feet?For stomping and pitching fits? But you meant it just like you asked it.How big are my feet. Then you plopped down the sneakers.Not new, but almost new. Check out these kicks.And you thought you were so coolsaying kicks instead of sneakers.James. James. James. But you got the size exactly right.Did you used to work at a carnival?Now that would be cool. (Thanks for the sneakers.)(I mean kicks.)(Well, no, I don’t. I mean sneakers.)(Ha.) What do you think about when you think about your father?Mrs. B sounds so formalwhen she asks questions like that. What do I think about?I look at the phone on Mrs. B’s desk.It’s rectangular and flat,shiny and smooth,sometimes it vibrates or beepsand she ignores it because we’re talkingor, really, she’s talking. But Dad never ignored his phonethat was also rectangular and flat,shiny and smooth,and never far from his hand.
