Wonder

on the cheek. “Bye, big boy,” he said to August, kissing him on the
top of his head. “I’m proud of you. Have a good day.”
“Bye, Daddy! You too.”
Dad and I jogged down the stoop stairs and headed down the block.
“Call me after school before you get on the subway!” Mom yelled at
me from the window. I didn’t even turn around but waved my hand
at her so she’d know I heard her. Dad did turn around, walking
backward for a few steps.
“War and Peace, Isabel!” he called out, smiling as he pointed at me.
“War and Peace!”