Back on Friday

Bob spends a few moments with his son, before going to San Francisco on a business trip.

On a sunny and clear day Bob stood at the corner, clutching Ronnie’s hand and waited for the school bus to arrive.

“Why do you have to go?” Ronnie asked him.

“Work stuff. Very boring,” Bob answered quickly. But he mused, On a day like today, why do I have to go? Why can’t Jill and I skip work? Why can’t Ronnie skip school? We could all spend the day at the shore and have corn dogs for lunch. There’s still nine days of summer left. Or is it ten?

Bob could never remember if the seasons changed on the twentieth or the twenty-first.

The bus arrived, and Ronnie shaking himself from Bob’s grip shook Bob from his reverie.

“Bring home an A’s cap?” Ronnie demanded as he climbed the steps of the bus.

“You traitor!” Bob laughed. Theirs was a die-hard Yankee family.

“I just like Giambi,” Ronnie explained.

"I'll forgive you then."

The bus closed its doors and Bob wistfully watched it drive away. He was missing his son already.

Then Bob got into his own car and drove to Newark Airport. Bills still needed to be paid, even on perfect days like this. Besides, he would be back on Friday.

The End

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