Mark could hardly contain himself when he finally found his mother. He clasped her hand as he waited aside for the adults to finish talking, his excitement causing his grip to tighten at a pace with his racing mind. He pored over all the details he could remember about the Ferry Man and was so engrossed he didn’t notice that he’d been herded out of the small shop until his mother said.
“Ouch, Mark, you’re holding my hand too tightly. What’s gotten into you?”
“You wouldn’t believe what I just saw mams, guess what it was!”
“Oh just tell me you turd,” she smiled.
Mark’s eyes sparkled and his eyebrows climbed his forehead as he exhaled, “A Ferry Man”
Interest, Surprise, Concern, and Curiosity all fought for control over his mother’s face and Mark felt very proud having stolen her tongue.
“He acted strangely mams, I’ve never seen anyone who walked or had eyes quite like He did; and He was dressed so wonderfully. He even shouted a poem!”
“Mark, it’s time to get home, we don’t need to waste any more time here.”