“So, you said there was a park up here, one that you liked…”
“Yeah but, I was ten when we moved. It might be horrible now. Hoyt Park”.
I typed it into my phone for directions.
I remember it being beautiful. Covered in snow, with toboggans and an ice skating rink, covered in skaters. The old waters works was by there, covered in oxidized green.
Baseball fields and an old cemetery covered it now.
“I don’t remember it this way”.
“It’s alright, let’s take Lola out”.
We ended up trailing a mother and her two children on a path around the ball fields. The smaller child was wailing. The more the child cried, the more the mother screamed and dragged her. Finally, she walked off, pretending to leave the child behind. This brought the kid to near hysterically screaming. The older one wanted to pet Lola. I didn’t know what to do. I wanted to tell the lady that Alec could take Lola to the car and could help her take the kids home. Or I could wait with Lola, and Alec could drive them home. I knew none of it would be acceptable, that I would be some yuppie bitch judging her.
Alec and I walked toward the car with Lola, the wailing in my ears echoing as I watched them climb over some weird back hill next to the cemetery.
We drove through a terrible part of my former hometown to our hotel.
“Go get beer,” I instructed, “a lot of it”.