“What’cha doing?” a small voice came up over Ted’s book.
Lowering it he saw a boy looking up at him. “Reading,” he said raising the book, blotting out the child. But the voice continued.
“What’s it about?”
Ted lowered the book again, and then looked up and down the park path for an adult. “Where’re your parents?” he asked.
“I don’t have any,” the boy said, with no emotion.
“Well, who brought you here?”
“Rita and Sara, they run the house we live in.
“Yeah, our house, where we live. Us kids, who don’t have parents.”
“How many kids live there?”
“Me and Randy and Lisa and, oh, a bunch of us. It changes all the time.”
“How long have you been there?”
“Forever I guess, I don’t remember any other places. So, what’s your book about? I’m learning to read. I’m in first grade. Maybe I will read that book pretty soon.”
Suddenly a voice yelled, “Anthony!” He stopped talking.
A woman came over, “We thought we lost you! What are you doing?”
“Nothing, just talking.”
“You are not allowed to go off by yourself!” she said, then to Ted, “I hope he didn’t bother you.”
“Not at all,” Ted said, looking at Anthony. “We were making some plans to read together. Could you tell me where to go so that Anthony and I can read together?”
The woman looked confused, but she rallied, “Here is my card, if you call me, I can arrange for you to visit Anthony, at the home,” she handed him a card, believing he would never call.
But Ted did call. Two years later, he adopted Anthony. Anthony, in turn, grew up to be an author. His very first best seller was titled, “Ted and Anthony at the Park.”