Rake
“There weren’t many adults around and those present showed no interest in me, which for once came as a relief rather than a disappointment or a blow to my ego. A boy of about eight with oddly wide-set eyes frowned at me in a puzzled way as though trying to place me; he elbowed the frail lad next to him, who looked at me and shrugged, indifferent, and they both turned their attention back to their boats, relaxed and happy in a way I only dimly remembered from my own benighted, violent childhood. The breeze that billowed in those toy sails was cool on my forehead, and I wandered over to a bench in the shade and opened up the Herald Tribune to the crossword.
I was well into it when to my annoyance I felt my phone vibrating in my trouser pocket. The display identified the caller as my agent, and I came very close to not answering, but there was always the off chance he had something interesting, so I picked up.
“Hello, Bunny,” I said.
“Don’t call me that.”
“What’s up, Ted?”
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