His wife came into the room mid-sentence. As usual. Enter talking, he thought, automatically.
"…so I thought, we should go to the park! We haven't been out, all together, for a long time. Ellis needs some fresh air."
He hated going to the park. He wouldn’t even look up as she spoke to him; he was watching TV and resented the interruption. He turned up the volume with the remote, but she kept on talking.
"I liked going to the park when I was little, like Ellis. I liked the swings and the slide and the sand, I liked everything in the park except I didn’t like the merry-go-round. I never did like merry-go-rounds, they always make me dizzy. But you could go on it with him. I could sit on the bench and watch. Why don't we go there now, this afternoon? It's a nice day. And Ellis needs some fresh air…" Her last words were spoken as she left the room, on her way to find their son.
His concentration was broken now--might as well get it over with. He turned off the TV and bent down to relace his shoes. The park wasn't too far away; he knew that she would insist on walking there.
She reappeared shortly, herding a small boy along in front of her. She had bundled him up in a warm jacket, cap, and neckscarf. Did she think there was going to be a blizzard? he thought, as they left the house. His wife held their son's hand and he trailed slightly behind the two of them.
"I told him he could play on the swings and the slide and in the sand for as long as he wanted. He needs some fresh air. I didn't tell him about the merry-go-round," here the child looked up at her, "because I thought it would be such a nice surprise for him! You'll enjoy that, too. I'll sit on the bench and watch you both. I better not ride on it, they always make me dizzy." The man stared straight ahead as he walked.
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