Coney Island. He must have grown some more in the night. This seemed to be happening a lot lately. It was tricky getting the hang of himself again each morning. But Danton wasn’t someone to be easily discouraged. Once he figured out how to get all the parts of himself to work more or less together, he couldn’t wait to get out the door. He was eager to get to the front steps of the school. “Whoaaa!” his father called out. Danton skidded to a halt. “Dad! You’re back!” His father, who was a drummer, had been traveling with his band for the last few weeks. They hugged each other. Danton stood back and his father looked at him and laughed. “You’ve grown again.” “Yeah. I think so. You’ll be here later? I gotta run. I’m supposed to meet some people in front of school. “Some people?” “Friends. You know, Eddie and Feenix and them.” “Them?” his father asked with one eyebrow up. But he did not ask any other questions. He simply said, “Good judgement, right?” “Right. Of course. These people are okay. Where’s Mom?’ “She went off to the nursery already.” His mother owned a gardening store not far away in Brooklyn. Her busy season was coming up if spring ever arrived. “I’m supposed to get your brother to school. So, we’ll catch up later, you and me. But you’ve got to eat something or your mother will hang me by my thumbs.” “I’m gonna be late and I’m not really hungry.” “You? Not hungry? Here, look, peanut butter and honey toast. I’ll make it into a sandwich.” His father slapped another piece of bread onto the toast and handed it to him. “Make sure you eat it.”
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