FRANKIE’S HEAD WAS IN the sky on the walk home. Never before had she been taken to such a magnificent place.
She couldn’t wait to tell Mother and Daddy all about it, especially Daddy. She dreamed that maybe he could see it for himself one day. She didn’t know how, but she hoped.
They were just a block and a half away from the apartment, all of them singing “Somewhere Over the Rainbow”—Aunt Edith the loudest, incidentally—when they saw the ambulance speed past them with lights flashing and siren screaming. And Frankie knew—she knew, just as strongly as she knew Daddy wasn’t a spy—that he was in that ambulance, and that he was already gone.