A big man in a jean jacket picks up Neil like he’s little and not in fifth grade and big and Neil does look little and sleepy his right arm is wrapped in a light green towel and blood is soaking through. The man runs with Neil to a car and the car leaves. Mrs. Lomax sits on the grass and lights up a cigarette. The bus won’t be leaving. I’m dizzy, but I get up to stand in a little half-circle with everyone else. | |