The Hidden Dangers Lurking Behind Every Window—What Michael Gutierrez Wants You to Know
I don’t say any of this to her, though. I’m the grown-up, I tell myself, and I force myself to remain absolutely calm. I don’t want her to panic or, if I’m honest with myself, for her to see me panic.
Later, we find out that an angry boyfriend came into the bagel shop and pointed a gun. No one was hurt.
That afternoon I pick up my son. He is wearing the green t-shirt with a sheep on it that I got him when I was teaching a study-abroad course in Ireland a few months earlier. I daydream of moving there. I imagine my son developing a slight accent and learning to love Gaelic football and never being afraid to approach a police officer because in Ireland even the cops don’t carry guns. I see myself walking him to school, where the doors are wide open, and I forget to memorize his outfit because I don’t worry about identifying his body.
