The little boy is inconsolable, his face twisted and red and sweaty, hot tears staining his shirt.
He’s perhaps three and has just learned the awful truth.
When the other children get taken to see the Disney movie at the Rialto, he will be left behind.
The earth has crumbled away beneath his feet.
Oh, how he screams. He is all alone. Nobody cares.
He crawls wailing beneath the huge dining table, wraps his arms around the center post while he watches their legs getting ready to leave, hears them all talking about him in concerned tones.