“We need to get out of the house right now,” Marcus warned.
“Now!” shouted Antonio.
Rebecca stood at the kitchen counter, making a peanut butter sandwich. She did not move.
“There are dangerous men coming,” Marcus continued. “They want to talk to me. That’s okay, but I don’t want you to get hurt.”
“Men coming!” shouted Antonio as he ran around the corner of the refrigerator.
Rebecca put her knife down next to the sink. “Okay,” she said, “But I’ve made this sandwich, and it is going to be eaten.”
“Just come on! They’re almost here, and they cannot be allowed to see you here with me.” Marcus grabbed Rebecca’s wrist with a sweaty hand and pulled her the way that Marcus had gone, out the back door.
“Into the trees!” Marcus said, losing his grip as he pulled ahead, running desperately across the tightly mowed lawn while Rebecca followed at her own pace.
They found Antonio on the other side of a large snowball viburnum, glowering at them with his hands on his hips. Rebecca sat down on a tree stump while Marcus climed up into a young maple tree.
“Up!” shouted Antonio.
“Okay,” Rebecca said, “Just don’t get your sticky hands all over me.” She reached out and pulled Antonio to her chest as she stood up. He arched his back away from her and slammed his fist down on her shoulder.
Rebecca didn’t flinch. She reached out and pulled down the bandana Antonio wore over his nose and mouth. She kissed him lightly on the lips.
Antonio smiled for an instant, then furrowed his eyebrows again and pulled a corner of the hand towel tied around his neck up to obscure his face. “I superhero,” he said.
“Yes you are,” Rebecca said, holding him upside down as she tickled his tummy. “And you need a diaper change.”