Late in the afternoon, when the sun drew shadows across the white sidewalks, we stopped by the mall for a new pair of shoes. The boys hummed a steady rhythm, except for a succession of handling of jersey's and the sputtering of Cafe Rio, Morgen came home from work, hungry for tacos and informed me of a new group he's in for summer accounting class. They want to get an A he said, so they chose him. Smart group.
