The kid shrugged.
“Sorry,” Harry said to Angela. “He’s kind of shy.”
“It’s okay,” she said. “I am too.”
They exchanged phone numbers and Harry gave Angela some cash for food.
“I shouldn’t be too late,” he said. “Thanks again for this. You’re a lifesaver.”
“It’s the least I could do,” she said.
Harry pulled a jacket over his shoulders and grabbed a khaki messenger bag. He nudged Tommy forward and locked the door behind him. He kneeled in front of his son.
“Alright, kiddo, I have to go now,” he said. “You be good for Angela.”
He ruffled the boy’s hair and stood.
“Call me if anything comes up,” he said to Angela.
“I will,” she said. “Good luck at work.”
“Thanks,” he said. “Bye.”
He turned and headed for the elevator. Angela opened the door to her apartment. Tommy followed her inside.
“So, um, I’ve never done this before,” she said. “Is there anything in particular you’d like to do?”
“Not really,” he replied.
He plopped onto the couch and slipped a backpack off his shoulders. He pulled out a stack of comic books. The covers depicted wizards, elves, fire-breathing dragons, and various other fantasy creatures.
“So… how are you liking the new apartment?” she asked.
He didn’t answer, just flipped open a comic and started to read. She sat beside him and turned on the television. She watched Tommy out of the corner of her eye as she scrolled through the channels, but nothing seemed to catch his interest.
“Do you want to watch anything?” she asked. “I’ve got DVDs, too, if you like.”
“No thanks,” he said.
She eyed him cautiously, ready to look away if he glanced up. She wanted to understand what was going on inside his head, but she couldn’t handle another dose of his pain.