Waiting for Superman
by Andrea Kriz
"He's gonna drop out of the sky and save us all," she explains.
Her John looks at her. She wouldn't even dare say it with a Fritz.
"You believe in Superman, kid?"
"Yeah. 'cause I saw him once."
"Yeah? What was he like?"
"Not real big. Just about the same size as you and me. He was lugging his cape around. This old red thing, rolled up in his arms. Guess it gets tiring carrying it on his back all the time."
"When was this?"
"Come on, you remember. Last summer, with that big hubbub going on. Crazy humid day like this. All those krauts melting out of their uniforms, don't even want to think what it must've been like for him. Must've been real hot."