"I'm
going to sneak away, now" I whispered to Archer's teacher, just as
Archer was making himself comfortable with the other boys and girls at
the snack table.
"Sneaking out is a bad idea," she said. "Then
he'll think you left him. Tell him goodbye, instead. Tell him that
you'll see him in a few hours."
"But he'll cry!"
"Yeah, I know. They always do. But after a while he'll be fine. And pretty soon he won't cry at all. You'll see."
I crouched down next to Archer who was enjoying drinking his water from a Dixie cup.
"Archer? I have to go now but I'll pick you up in a few hours, okay? Have fun at school! Bye-bye!"
"Bye-bye," Archer said, as I scurried away.
Don't look back. Don't look back. Don't look back...
But
of course... Because I couldn't help it, I looked back. A frown was
forming on his face and I knew any second he would cry. I pushed
through the front door just in time to miss hearing his wails.
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