It was a white and cold day. Johnny breathed against the window and drew suns and trees and flowers with his index finger. Mr. Collinss daughter was babysitting him because his grandmother said shed be right back.
Where is granny? Johnny asked the girl. She said she didnt know without looking away from the TV.
Johnny frowned, his narrow eyes narrowed before he went back to drawing on the foggy glass. Hed draw a car now! A car with his parents and his granny and himself in it. No Collins girl.
His fingertips were cold.
The babysitter told him to leave the window alone because it was cold and hed catch a cold and she was supposed to take care of him. He said no, thank you. She told him to at least put a coat on and he said no again but she still forced him into an old, green sweater.
He hated that sweater, it was itchy!
She said he could take it off if he sat quietly by her side on the couch and watch TV and be a good boy.
Johnny ignored her and