Jonathan, she says, making her voice slow. I need your eyes.What Friends Talk About by Jamie Quatro
The boy turns and, briefly, looks. She watches his body soften, the subtle, reluctant quieting of his limbs. He will not jump.
Sorry about that, she says into the phone.
The man groans.
I need your eyes, he says.
Somehow it works better than Look at me, she says.
The way you parent, he says. It tells me everything.