“No!” He swung his arms wide. “He’s not really bored, Mama. I swear.”
“But I am, Joe.”
“No. You’re not. You’re not bored. Say it. You’re not bored.” Joseph’s words were intense. His eyes focused on B’s trying in vain to relay a message.
“If you’re bored, Boo, I’ll find you something to do,” I said casually.
Joseph…
