It pleased Andy that he was doing something with Jerry again. He took big steps to match Jerry's.
Near the Tidal Basin there were people taking pictures of each other under the flowering trees. Along the path close to the water, men, women, and young people were walking. There, the cherry trees bent over the basin to see themselves reflected in the quiet depths.
Andy sniffed the air. "Smells nice," he said.
Jerry could understand why so many people came to Washington to see the cherry blossoms. "They're really something," he said.
"The pinky trees look like strawberry ice cream cones," said Andy, which for him was high praise. Strawberry was his favorite ice cream.
It was nearly four before Jerry and Andy got home. The house next door to theirs had been vacant so long that they were surprised to see a moving van in front of it.
"Well, what do you know? Somebody must have bought the house. Wonder what they'll be like," mused Jerry.
They stood and watched the movers take in a long green sofa, a table, and several cartons.
"I want something to eat," said Andy.
So did Jerry. It was a long time since lunch. "What can we have to eat?" he called to his mother just as soon as he was in the back door. He and Andy went looking for their mother and found her sitting by a window in the living room, which overlooked the house next door. She was watching the moving.