From halfway across the store, I could hear a mother calling for
her son: "Jimmy! Jimmy!"
I turned a corner into another aisle and found a six-year-old by himself playing with some umbrellas.
"Are you Jimmy?" I asked.
"Yes."
"Didn't you hear your mother call?"
"Yes."
"Aren't you going to go to her?"
He shook his head. "She's not hysterical yet."
