I saw the wagon at a garage sale, put the kids in, and said, “How much for the wagon?”

“Ten dollars,” said the woman.

As I paid, I heard another woman say to someone, “Are you done, then?”

I looked over. There was an old man standing next to her.

“Well,” he said, “I was thinking about the wagon.”

I could feel him watching as I pulled the kids out the garage, down the drive to the car.

I wish I’d bought some other things there, but I mostly only bought the wagon.

It was a good choice.

I still wonder what the old man was thinking as he looked at the wagon.