I catch him leaving me without permission. A golden boy with places to go. Through the kitchen glass door on the back porch, in his favorite travel reading pose no doubt. Remember here? I snap from the inside evidence of his trips chartered taken whenever he can.
Or, does he? These trips unplanned and unauthorized and unchaperoned are taken with a travel partner a little more often in the early evenings. Like stowaways on some secret boxcar, these two travel the rails of two pages over and over again. I hear far off echos of "Bub, I'm gonna read this page and you read the next one, okay?" His hand is always atop his little brother's locks too.