“They’re down there with swords and shields having battles! It’s great!” said Z, between labored breaths. He had run much of the way home.
“Are they still doing it right now?” I asked.
“Yeah!” Z said.
“Well, let’s go,” I said.
I grabbed my keys and my two camera bags and headed out to the car. Z, his brother, and two of their cousins bounded down the front porch stairs behind me and squished across the soggy lawn. Packed like sardines into the in-laws’ Hyundai Elantra, we made our way the few blocks to the park.
I had never seen anything like it.