Lando arrived at Red Square Downtown about thirty minutes later. My seasoned chicken was already gone, but now I had two cheesy baked potatoes in my hands; one for me and one for him.
"You didn't have to pick me up," I said as I watched him walk toward the bench with his crutches. "I came here with Mr. Silo."
"I know." Lando sat down beside me and let out a small sigh before speaking. "That's why I asked him to head back first."
That didn't make any sense! Instead of him going through all the trouble to come here, wouldn't it have been easier if I just went home with Mr. Silo?
But as we sat next to each other with warm baked potatoes in our hands, I slowly felt this situation wasn't so bad after all.
The sun had already set, and most of the children had gone home, leaving the park quiet and filled only with adults sitting in comfortable silence.
"You're right," he suddenly said.
I was just about to take a bite of my potato when I turned to him. "About what?"
