“Would you care for a ride across the harbor in my yacht?” I say.
“Why, of course. I’d be delighted,” says Mary.
A small thing, but it makes me feel good.
Over in Brooklyn I see a clock on a bank, and it says five o’clock. I do some fast calculating and say, “Uh-oh, I better phone. I’ll never make it home by dinnertime.”
I phone and get Pop. He’s home early from work. Just my luck.
“I got to get this bike back to this kid in Coney,” I tell him. “Then I’ll be right home. About seven.”
“What do you mean this bike and this kid? Who? Anyway, I thought you were already at Coney Island.”
I suppose lawyers just get in the habit of asking questions. I start explaining. “Well, it was awfully cold over in Coney, and we thought we’d go over to Staten Island on the ferry and go to the zoo. So now we just got back to Brooklyn, and I’m downtown and I got to take the bike back.”
“So who’s ‘we’? You got a rat in your pocket?”
I can distract Mom but not Pop. “Well, actually, it’s a girl named Mary. It’s her brother’s bike. He’s away in college.”