“I don’t know, sweetheart.”
He stared at the mountain of piggy banks.
Then pointed.
“Those are for Mrs. Adele.”
Apparently he understood before I did.
The first clue came from a television reporter.
She approached carefully.
“Are you Oliver?”
My son nodded.
The reporter smiled.
“Do you know who Mrs. Adele is?”
Oliver looked confused.
“She’s my friend.”
The reporter’s eyes filled with tears.
Then she looked at me.
“You really don’t know?”
