I had noticed the boy leaning on the truck, but he didn’t seem to be paying a bit of attention to us. Then again, why had he moved two blocks up the road with us? I watched him intently and not once did he look our way.
When Mom distracted me by taking my hand as they started moving again I lost interest in the boy for the time being.
“Alvin, look at that?” John said while pointing to a big red motorcycle mounted to the side of a building. The building had been painted in such a way to make it look like the road we were walking on turned and went straight up into the air. It was like the earth had been folded right in half.
“Whoa! That’s gnarly!” I said.
“Oh there is even a real looking fire hydrant.” Mom noticed.
