Danny put a pudgy hand up to stroke the car’s bumper.
“That’s mine!” Addie declared with four-year-old vehemence, arriving at his side in a flash, wearing her tiara. She looked up at Hunter, avarice in her eyes. “Isn’t it?”
“Yes, it is.” He put it down on the grass, having to urge the growing circle of children around them to back up. Addie climbed right into it and uttered a little scream of delight. “My car!” she squealed, and heartlessly ripped off the rainbow-striped bow stuck to the windshield.
“Your car.” He squatted to point out the controls to her. Then he indicated the walkway that ran all around the yard and protected the flowers growing against the stockade-style fence. “It’ll work best on the walkway. You can’t go out of the yard with it or it’ll stop working. Okay?”
Sandy had to appreciate his instructions. He turned to her, his expression neutral. “Can she take it for a spin?”
“How fast does it go?”
“Two and a half miles per hour.”
“Then, yes.”
“Okay.” Hunter lifted Addie out and she squealed in protest as he carried the kiddie car to the walkway. She ran behind him and climbed back in the moment he placed it on the stone strip. “Please be careful with the flowers. And watch when you get to the corner so you can make the turn. That’s what real drivers do.”
Addie was off, the mob of children deserting their cake to follow her, screaming their delight at this new excitement and pleading for their chance to ride. Hunter turned to greet his mother, then Loretta and Bobbie. “Good afternoon, ladies. Addie invited me.”
Bobbie indicated Addie behind the wheel of her car. “Addie’s thrilled that you’re here, and it’s her party, after all.”
Addie did three circuits of the yard before she stopped, her eyes sparkling and her cheeks flushed.
“Do you want to let your friends have a ride?” Sandy asked, already knowing the answer.
“No.” Addie’s reply was clear and concise.
“But they’re your guests.”
“No.”
“Everyone brought you presents. It would be nice if you let everyone...”
“No.”
“When you go to their houses,” Hunter said, “they’ll let you play with their stuff if you let them play with yours today.”
Addie thought about that. “No,” she finally said.
Danny hung over her. “You can have my spy nightscope for a day if I can ride your car around the yard just one time.” Danny could often be seen in front of his home after dark, night goggles on, their pop-up spotlight activated. Addie lusted after them. Sandy had a mental image of the two of them off on a spy mission in Addie’s car and with Danny’s goggles.
Addie thought again, then looked into his face, her expression fierce. “Promise?”
“Promise.” He crossed his heart and held his palm up in an oath.
She climbed up and shouted orders as Danny climbed in. “You can’t hurt the flowers, and you have to go slow there.” She pointed to the corner.
Danny rode off, the children running the perimeter with him.
“That was good, Addie,” Sandy praised, though her daughter had made the good choice out of greed, not generosity. But, truth be told, Sandy still made some of her own decisions that way. “Look at how much fun your friends are having.”
Addie caught up with the crowd of cheering children as Danny navigated the turn, slowing as instructed, before heading toward the house.
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