Seeing a child alone on the street is pretty uncommon in Boston's Back Bay. It causes an it-takes-a-village-sleuth-response in me, and I have to stop and search a moment, wondering where the attendant might be. During the snow last week, I saw a little kid standing next to a parked Vespa, no chaperone in sight. He was all bundled up. It looked like he must be waiting for somebody - the owner of the scooter? He brushed the snow away as it landed, making sure to keep the shiny, yellow panels clear.
Twenty minutes later, when I made my way back to the place where he stood, the boy was helping a man shovel, but the scooter was gone.
Twenty minutes later, when I made my way back to the place where he stood, the boy was helping a man shovel, but the scooter was gone.
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