He was tossing coins against a wall with some other boys and caught my eye. He nodded and went back to his game. I saw him later walking home about a block behind me. I waited for him, but he was with some other boys. He walked right past me as if he didn’t know me, so I walked the rest of the way home by myself. Since I was the first one home, I began to peel some potatoes for supper. I had just filled a pot with water when there was a knock on the front door. It was Mychailo, a sheepish expression on his face. “So, suddenly you know who I am?” I said. “Come on,” he said, shuffling his feet. “You didn’t expect me to talk to you when I’m with a bunch of guys, did you?” “I don’t see why not.” I left the door open, but walked back to the sink. He followed me in and sat down on a kitchen chair, watching me peel the potatoes. “Want to go to the library?” he asked. I did want to go to the library, but I was still angry, so I didn’t answer. “Are you going to cook them on low while we’re gone?”
