He places his hand firmly on the small of my back, and even though I can’t work my arms and legs, even though there’s nothing in my brain except the whomp whomp sound when you roll down the back window in the car and leave the front windows up, I let him lead me into the foyer, and I stand next to him, waiting for Vinny to bring down my University of Pyle duffel bag, the red satchel purse Mom bought me for graduation, and a pair of sliders.
