We drove to Jaimie’s trailer and F_ dashed up onto her porch before I could get the car in park. F_ was hammering on the door as I got out and walked up to the stairs. No one answered the door.
“She’s not answering.” F_ said, pounding harder, “We have to check on her, Dad. Make sure she’s okay.”
“F_.”
“We have to break in or something.”
“F_.”
“Dad!”
I stepped up onto the porch and turned him by the shoulders to face me.
“F_. Listen to me now.” I said as his eyes found my face - the poor kid was stricken and in that moment I had no doubt that he loved her, “She probably went in the ambulance with her mom. Let’s make some calls and find out where her mom is, then we’ll know where Jaimie is.”
“And we can go see her?” F_ pleaded, “She needs someone with her if her mom’s that sick. She needs us.”
“I know, son. Yes, we’ll go see her.” I said and gave him the hug I think he needed. I couldn’t remember what it was like to be ten and have a crush as big as F_ had for Jaimie.
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