a nanny named Ruth, although she often had little to do because he loved spending time with Emily himself.
I sometimes found him crawling across the carpet while she rode on his back, both of them pretending to be lions.
Other times, he sat beside her tiny table, drinking imaginary tea from a plastic cup while she decorated his gray hair with pink ribbons.
For such a serious man, he looked ridiculous.
But seeing them together slowly changed the way I saw him.
One afternoon, after finishing my errands, I
