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“One! Two! Three! Four! Five! Six! Seven! Eight! Nine! Ten! YAY!” The little girl finished her turn at hopscotch and turned to face her cousin. “Now it’s YOUR turn, Cousin Pavel!”
Pavel chuckled and moved over to the bigger hopscotch image on the pavement, on the other side of the swingset. “Okay, Kira, but once you’re in college, you have to use the BIG hopscotch game, like me. Okay?” His little cousin nodded, and he started hopping.
Pavel may have been a bit old for hopscotch – he WAS over eighteen, after all, and already in his second year of college – but he was back home for the day, and his cousins were visiting, so you can’t blame him for taking the 8-year-old to the city park and introducing her to the old games. She lived in the country, and hadn’t played hopscotch before.
As he hopped from side to side on the third pair of “side-by-side”squares, he noticed an old man sitting at a park bench across the park, watching and smiling. Could it be?