A Piece of a Story

Posted on April 8, 2005 in Encounters

To get out of the Foothill Ranch Souplantation, you have to pass through a glassed-in patio area where there are a few gray marble-top tables under broad heaters. It was too cold for most of us Californians, but a party of three — two men and a boy — sat under one of the grids. The boy was talking. The two men watched him as he joyfully recounted an anecdote I only heard in part:

“We were going to finish the fight out in the field,” he said, “but this girl told a teacher.”

The two men smiled as they listened. Lynn and I long-stepped out the glass door that led into the parking lot.