by Smitty
He leaned back against the tree with his sister and just laughed.
Nearby, the neighbor kids had gathered the November leaves from the lawn into a vast heap below the old oak. They were taking turns on the rope swing, carefully gauging the release, to fly through the air and land in the leaves on a lovely Long Island Wednesday afternoon.
Glancing left, he saw his aunt with the camera, and he smiled for the picture: “Aunt Sam, can I have a turn with the others?”
He was too young to notice the puffy panda eyes on Samantha Power. “Sure.”