But then Cassy couldn't have one. Dang it, his mind was stuck on Cassy and he wasn't getting that much pleasure watching the kids play anymore. A man walked up to him and sat down. "Why so sad?" the man asked
"Thinking about my wife. She died in a coma." Will replied.
"I'm sorry," the man said. "My name is Jack."
"I'm Will."
The two sat together and talked. Talked about politics, the environment, anything that could be talked about. They talked for a long time, barely hearing the joyful shouts of the children. Finally, one kid ran up to Jack and asked, "Can we get ice cream. Please, please please?"
"Sure, Robert," Jack replied.
"Hey Jack, mind if I come?" asked Will. "Nope," Jack replied. "Robert, this is William. He is coming with us to get ice cream."
Robert, who looked about five years of age, skipped ahead of the two men in excitement. They walked in the cold air until they reached and ice cream shop. Robert bounded up to the door and tried, in vain, to open the door.
"Daddy," he cried. "Daddy, I can't open the door."
"It's closed honey," Jack replied to Robert. "It's closed. See the big red exit sign."
"Yes, I do daddy." Robert sounded sad.
"I'll tell you what, Robert," said Jack. "We'll go to the to the other ice cream shop that you like. Remember it?"
"Yes, lets go there." Robert perked up immediately.
The men and the jubilant five year old child continued down the road, turning on other roads sometimes, until they got to the shop. The old broken down sign had the words: Bob's Ice Cream. They entered the old building and were greeted by a smiling cashier.
"Welcome to Bob's Ice Cream. What would you like?" the cashier immediately said in a voice that had obviously been repeated many times.
"I want a scoop and a half of strawberry in a sugar cone. No sprinkles."
"Well, you know what you want." the cashier said. "Alright with you, sir?"
"Sure, it's fine. He always gets that," Jack added to Will quietly. The woman took a cone and then scooped a scoop of strawberry and put it in the cone. She took half a scoop and molded it so it would stay on top of the delicious, pink ice cream and plopped it on.
"Thinking about my wife. She died in a coma." Will replied.
"I'm sorry," the man said. "My name is Jack."
"I'm Will."
The two sat together and talked. Talked about politics, the environment, anything that could be talked about. They talked for a long time, barely hearing the joyful shouts of the children. Finally, one kid ran up to Jack and asked, "Can we get ice cream. Please, please please?"
"Sure, Robert," Jack replied.
"Hey Jack, mind if I come?" asked Will. "Nope," Jack replied. "Robert, this is William. He is coming with us to get ice cream."
Robert, who looked about five years of age, skipped ahead of the two men in excitement. They walked in the cold air until they reached and ice cream shop. Robert bounded up to the door and tried, in vain, to open the door.
"Daddy," he cried. "Daddy, I can't open the door."
"It's closed honey," Jack replied to Robert. "It's closed. See the big red exit sign."
"Yes, I do daddy." Robert sounded sad.
"I'll tell you what, Robert," said Jack. "We'll go to the to the other ice cream shop that you like. Remember it?"
"Yes, lets go there." Robert perked up immediately.
The men and the jubilant five year old child continued down the road, turning on other roads sometimes, until they got to the shop. The old broken down sign had the words: Bob's Ice Cream. They entered the old building and were greeted by a smiling cashier.
"Welcome to Bob's Ice Cream. What would you like?" the cashier immediately said in a voice that had obviously been repeated many times.
"I want a scoop and a half of strawberry in a sugar cone. No sprinkles."
"Well, you know what you want." the cashier said. "Alright with you, sir?"
"Sure, it's fine. He always gets that," Jack added to Will quietly. The woman took a cone and then scooped a scoop of strawberry and put it in the cone. She took half a scoop and molded it so it would stay on top of the delicious, pink ice cream and plopped it on.
