She was wrong, but I didn’t correct her. We ended up putting our blanket down by the Ruins,
this weird rectangle of Roman ruins plopped down in the middle of a field in Indianapolis.
But they aren’t real ruins: They’re like a sculptural re-creation of ruins built eighty years ago,
but the fake Ruins have been neglected pretty badly, so they have kind of become actual ruins by accident.
Van Houten would like the Ruins. Gus, too.
So we sat in the shadow of the Ruins and ate a little lunch. “Do you need sunscreen?” Mom asked.
“I’m okay,” I said. You could hear the wind in the leaves,
and on that wind traveled the screams of the kids on the playground in the distance,
the little kids figuring out how to be alive, how to navigate a world that was not built for them
by navigating a playground that was.
Dad saw me watching the kids and said, “You miss running around like that?”
“Sometimes, I guess.” But that wasn’t what I was thinking.
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