When was the last time so many people had shown up for a town meeting? She squeezed Caleb’s hand and hurried across New Town Avenue. Her son had to run to keep up. “Mommy, do the bad guys want to steal our café?” “They’re not bad guys, honey.” Not really. “Are they good guys?” Caleb lived in a world where people were either good or bad. In between did not exist. At times, she coveted his simplistic outlook. “They’re just guys doing what they think is best.” Caleb’s brow furrowed. He obviously didn’t think that answered his question. She glanced at her watch and lengthened her stride. “Can you tell me the café story again, Mommy? The one about me and you and Daddy?” Her son loved that story. She told it so often that he adopted the memory as his own. “I’ll tell you tonight, okay, buddy?” Nodding, Caleb made an imaginary gun with his pointer finger and thumb. “Well, I’m gonna get those bad guys with my shooter.” Robin set her hand on Caleb’s shoulder and pushed him along.
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