Jimmy Gallows was crying as he was dragged out of the store. “Will you be quiet? Jesus, I can’t take you anywhere!” said the black-haired man, his right hand was tightly wrapped around Jimmy’s wrist. The cart pusher and an elderly Asian woman in the parking lot both stopped dead in their tracks and stared at him. The black haired man was suddenly ashamed. He smiled weakly at them and said to Jimmy, more kindly now, “If you’re nice and quiet and get in the car like a good little boy, we’ll stop at McDonald’s on the way home. Would you like that?” Jimmy, red-eyed and out of breath, gave the man a surprised look and slowly, ignorantly nodded. They continued out to the car. The black haired man didn’t want anyone thinking he was a bad father.
Mrs. Gallows had finished her conversation with the friend she had bumped into by the deli counter and was now looking for Jimmy. Where had he run off to? “I can’t take my eyes off him for a minute,” she thought with exasperation.