Hot Diggity Dog | Open
They were going to stay in Manhattan with her brother for a few days. That was the plan, at least until she could figure something out. She'd spent the entirety of Friday playing phone tag with a realtor who tried to convince her out of selling the house, but she wouldn't listen to it. She had the door replaced and a sliding lock placed on the top of the door. It might not do anything, but she was trying to let it be a comfort that at least Calvin couldn't get down there on his own. He'd been quiet the last day or so, and fearful. He wouldn't go to bed unless she sat with him until he fell asleep.
The circus, although not her favorite idea, seemed ideal if only to wash out some of the trauma from his mind. Naturally he wanted to go on a few rides, but they compromised agreeing to the kiddie ones where she could keep a close eye on him. Hungry, both of them ventured off in search for a hot dog and found them easily, but the stand was fairly busy. She hoisted the boy up onto her hip and reached for one of their order, passing it to Calvin before another was served up. She reached for it and her hand touched with someone else's. "Oh, sorry, go ahead I think that's yours anyway," she offered a kind smile.
