Simon sits on a rock in his new front yard, wondering what life will be like without dad around…well, not in the house, at least. Mom takes some stuff out of the car and puts it in the garage, to take it into the house later.
A man walks by with a little girl on a tricycle in tow. He turns up the driveway to talk to Mom, while the girl waits, not too far from Simon.
“I’m Simon,” he says, trying to look cool, nonchalant, even though he doesn’t even know the meaning of the word.
“I’m Tabitha,” she returns, pretending to look away but watching him from the corner of her eyes.
“Do you mind if I ride your tricycle?” Simon asks. “I won’t break it.”
Tabitha turns and looks at him from head to toe.
“I’m sorry,” she says with a sympathetic smile. “But you’re just not my type.”
