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promised!”
    Tammy laughed at my pleading face. “Okay, stop begging. We’ll go.”
    Tammy had been saying for weeks that we would go to the Toronto Islands one Sunday, and had put aside enough money for the ferry tickets. We would have to walk to the ferry, which is a longway from Regent Park, but that was fine with me, since we would go down Yonge Street.
    Yonge Street is Toronto’s busiest street. Tammy didn’t allow me to go there on my own, because of the rough people who hang out there.
    On the way, I dragged Tammy into the army surplus store. I dragged her in there every time we went to Yonge Street.
    â€œNot again, Khyber,” she protested. “All that canvas and camping equipment. Why don’t we go try on dresses instead?” She was kidding me. She knew I’d rather spend an hour with Miss Melon than ten minutes trying on dresses.
    The greatest backpack in the world was in the army surplus store. I’d been looking at it for months. It cost sixty dollars. Although I had fourteen dollars saved, I’d have to work a lot more weddings before I could buy it.
    â€œThis is the one?” Tammy asked, lifting it down off the wall hook so I could hold it. The twins were restless, so I knew I’d only have a moment with it.
    â€œThis is it,” I replied. It had lots of pockets, including secret pockets, deep inside the pack. I showed them to Tammy. “I could do some great exploring with this!”
    â€œYou certainly could,” Tammy said, putting it back. “Maybe one day we can get it for you.” David started screeching, so we had to leave withoutlooking at all the gadgets in the glass cases, but at least I got to see the pack.
    Tammy didn’t know about the wedding money, of course. I kept it in a little bag under my mattress.
    All the way down to the lake I yakked about the backpack and what I’d put in each pocket. Tammy probably wasn’t listening — even though the boys were on their harnesses, it still takes a lot of work to move them through the crowds — but I didn’t care. I was happy to have her within hearing range of my voice.
    It was cold on the ferry, but we stood on the upper deck, enjoying the fresh wind on our faces.
    â€œHappy,” said David.
    â€œYou feel happy. That’s very good talking, David,” Mom said. It was important to encourage the boys every time they said something or made eye contact. Mom spent an hour a day with each of them, trying to get them to talk or look her in the eye. Each time they did, they got a little piece of marshmallow. It was a program Tammy had read about in one of her autism books. She taught me to do it, too.
    For awhile I couldn’t understand what the big deal was about eye contact. Then Tammy spent a whole day without making eye contact with me. After that, I understood.
    â€œThe boys are growing fast,” Tammy said.
    â€œThey’re getting heavy, too.”
    â€œThey take after their father,” Tammy said. “He was tall. Do you remember?”
    â€œHow could I forget. He was ugly, too. But the boys aren’t ugly.”
    â€œNo, they’re very handsome.”
    â€œWe should try to get them in the movies. I hear they use a lot of twins when they’re making movies. Would you like that, Daniel? Would you like to be a movie star?” Daniel hooted and jumped up and down, but he does that all the time, anyway, so I had no way of knowing if he was agreeing with me.
    We landed at Ward’s Island and walked around there for awhile, looking at the little houses, picking out the ones we’d like to live in. Then we walked along the boardwalk beside the lake to Centre Island, where the amusement park was. It was shut down for the season, but I liked it better then. Besides, we never had money to go on any of the rides when they were open.
    Centreville had a closed-up look, like its body was there but its spirit was some place