Frankie hugs us tightly. As he lets go, his eyes hold back a hint of tears, the ones that betray the hesitancy we all share.
“Ok. Goodbye,” he says.
He and his friend Stephan get in a silver SUV. Nora, the boy’s mother, finishes adjusting bags in the bay.
As the SUV pulls away, I wonder: Who misses whom more?
a teary view of those
photo by Andrew Seaman