Mr. Roe looked dapper in his top hat and cane, but he also looked befuddled as he stood on the street.
“Have you gotten lost again?” his friend muttered.
“I-I guess so,” Mr. Roe timidly confessed. “I was going that way and then I turned this way and then I came here.”
“What’ll I do?”
“I don’t know,” said the lad.
Mr. Roe looked down at the young boy who looked as befuddled as he was.
“Surely, he will miss me,” said the lad.
“Who?” Mr. Roe said.
“Oh, I wouldn’t know. I’m lost myself. What if we stay together. At least ’till Father Clery finds you. We can keep each other company,” Mr. Roe said.
The boy nodded in agreement. The city hadn’t looked as scary as it had when Mr. Roe began his stroll, now it looked like one endless brick maze after another.
“We better get moving before it gets dark,” his friend told Mr. Roe.
“Right, right,” agreed Mr. Roe. “Let get moving. Where do you live?”
“I live at the orphanage, right by the church,” said the boy.
Together they walked the streets searching for the orphanage by the church. Their worries started to melt away when they both got hungry for ice cream. Mr. Roe didn’t get to eat ice cream often because his nurse would say he would spoil his dinner. Rubbish, he though to himself. I’m a grown man. I can have whatever I want. And indeed he did as he felt for change in his pocket. He bought one for a boy and together mindlessly enjoyed the sweet cold snack. Their worries were no more.
“That’s probably what we needed,” said Mr. Roe. “Say, I don’t even know your name.”
“I’m Peter,” said the boy.
“Call me Mr. Roe. Everybody does.”
“All right, Mr. Roe.”
Together they continued rambling about the city when they came upon a park. They saw a group of boys playing baseball. Mr. Roe thought it would be fun to join them and they did. When the game ended, Mr. Roe and Peter went to get another snack. Soon, they were back to searching for the orphanage by the church. They hadn’t gotten far when a white car stopped near them.
“Mr. Roe,” came a familiar stern voice. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you. It’s time to go home.”
Mr. Roe cringed to hear the voice of his nurse. On Talking Terms