Archer crouched and watched the older boys from the space between
the steps on the jungle gym with the slide. He gazed at the little boys
digging holes with shovels and their bare hands. Like usual, he was too
shy to approach them. Too interested to look away.
I called for him from the side of the sandbox but he ignored me.
Leave me alone, Mom.
He must have sat there for ten minutes, spying on the other
boys, watching the way they pushed the sand to one side and how wet it
got, the deeper they dug. No one noticed Archer watching. He has a way
of making himself invisible, as still and silent as a spy.
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