put your phones down. Now! He’s a child.”
A few faces flushed with embarrassment. Others lowered their phones slowly.
I stepped onto the damp grass, my robe dragging around my ankles. Eli kept close to my side.
The first umbrella was dark blue. A tag was tied to the box beneath it.
“For Eli.”
“Stay back, bud,” I told him.
“Mom, it has my name on it.”
“I know. But we don’t know who put it here. So I’m going to open it first.”
He gave a small nod.
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