Someday, when he was a grown-up, he hoped to find a lady just like Ms. Tracey, and then they’d fall in love and get married and have children. Their house would have lots of laughing and no yelling, unless it was the kind of yelling that people did when they were joking around. There would always be plenty to eat, and the kids would have good-fitting clothes, and they’d each own more than one pair of nice shoes. In the wintertime, all of them would have warm jackets and gloves and waterproof boots. They’d be happy, so happy, and they’d love each other.
