His name is Tiernan. He has strawberry blonde hair with one of those scarf hats shaped like an animal of some sort–a bear? a raccoon? I cursed someone who took cuts in front of me at the four-way stop. I looked to my right. Nothing. I looked to my left. Nothing. I stepped on the gas. Suddenly, the boy was right in front of me, on a pine green bicycle. The car thumped into him and I saw a flash of his hair and he was down. I threw the cup of tea in my hand onto the passenger seat. I put the car in what I thought was Park but was in fact Neutral, and jumped out. The boy was already standing up, seemingly unfazed. “I’m okay,” he said. I was trembling. “Are you sure?” “Yeah,” he said, and began walking his bike across the street. The car began rolling backward, nearly hitting the pick-up behind me, so I jumped inside. I could feel the eyes from all of the other cars bearing down on me, waiting to see what I would do. I felt the weight of their judgment, their impatience, their concern for the boy. I somehow managed to get the car pulled out of the way. The boy was already a block away. I ran after him. Another woman who had witnessed the accident was already speaking with him. She eyed me suspiciously and got back into her truck and watched me talk to the boy. I asked him if he was okay at least 10 more times. I guessed that he was about 12 or 13, and he seemed as uninterested in speaking with me about this as he might be about speaking with any woman in her 30s about anything. A white wire from his iPod trailed up his arm and into his right ear. Still shaking, I gave him my name and my phone number and asked him his for his parents’ number. I am sorry. I am so sorry, I told him. Please call me if you need to go to the doctor later. Please let me fix your bike if it is broken. There wasn’t a scratch, either on the boy or his bike, but I just kept thinking of that Raymond Carver story “A Small Good Thing.” I kept thinking of my boys. This boy could be bleeding or worse. I didn’t see him. How did I not see him? I returned to my car and slumped down into the puddle of tea and broke into tears. I called his mother when I got home and I left her a message. This happened about an hour ago. I am still shaking. I hope the boy is okay. It’s so easy for everything to change very quickly, and I’m just grateful it wasn’t worse.