“Hello, Tristan,” Donny said, lowering the
poster board he had made with the boy’s picture and name. “Remember talking to
me?”
Still clinging to the flight attendant’s
hand, the small, blond headed boy stared up with honestly appraising eyes. He
pushed his too-long hair out of his eyes and then smiled.
“Are you gonna be my new daddy?”
Taken completely aback, Donny gaped at him
in stunned silence for half a minute then stammered for the other half. He was
rescued by the motherly woman who tried her best not to laugh.
