He took out the envelope. Rubbed his thumb over her handwriting: bronx zoo aquarium tickets.
He almost threw it away. Instead, he called his younger sister, Rosa. bronx zoo aquarium tickets
Leo turned the paper over. Nothing. He’d lived in New York his whole life—twenty-seven years, most of them within earshot of the 2 train—and he knew the Bronx Zoo didn’t have an aquarium. The New York Aquarium was in Coney Island, a whole other borough, a whole other ticket. He took out the envelope
“What?”