As I thought about Mr. White, I felt a blob in my throat. I got nervous because I felt like I was going to cry, and Mr. White always told me not to cry. I bet that this angry man also doesn’t want me to cry.
But then I thought about him getting angry at me for crying, so that made me want to cry more. Apparently my face gave it away and I looked like I was about to cry.
“Aw, kid, don’t cry,” said the angry man.