The janitor talked about finding Bear crying in his truck one day after dropping Lily off, holding a photo of him and her father in Afghanistan.
As the cops left, the manager approached Bear’s table. “I apologize. I should have—”
“You should have minded your own business,” Bear cut him off. “But you didn’t. So now everyone here knows Lily’s private business. That her dad’s in prison. That her mom remarried. Things a seven-year-old shouldn’t have to hear discussed in public.”
Lily was trying not to cry. Bear pulled her into his side.
“It’s okay, baby girl. People are just scared of what they don’t understand.”
“They’re scared of you?” she asked in a small voice. “But you’re not scary. You’re safe.”
“I know, sweetheart. You know. But they don’t.”
The next Saturday, Bear expected trouble. Maybe the mother would have heard about the police incident and canceled visitation. Maybe the restaurant would find some excuse to refuse service.
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