I didn’t.
I’m not asking for anything. I don’t have any right to. I just couldn’t drive past my own granddaughter three nights a week and say nothing. I’m a coward, but I’m not that much of a coward.
If you never want to see me, I’ll change my route and you’ll never hear from me again. I’ll understand. You get to decide everything.
But if you want the truth — the real one, not the one you were given — I’ll be parked at the entrance to Riverside Park this Saturday at noon. I’ll wait until three. If you don’t come, I’ll know your answer, and I’ll respect it forever.