Anyone. He was pretty sure he hated all rich people, except maybe Sarah’s mother, and even she could be pretty annoying at times. “What time does Brian get home from school?” Sarah asked as they walked aimlessly down the street in the general direction of the El. Frank needed a minute to catch up with her thought process. His son had been the last thing on his mind. “I don’t know exactly, but my mother usually has him home by four, I think.” “I’d like to go see him.” “Right now? “It will be after four by the time we get to your place.” Frank frowned, thinking about the reception they’d likely get. “Do you really want to see my mother?” “I really want to see Brian.” When she turned to him, he was horrified to see tears in her eyes. She never cried. “Maybe I should just take you back home so you can rest.”
