“I still don’t understand boys these days, but that was a beautiful speech.”
And Theo said:
“Honestly, ma’am, that’s fair.”
For the first time all day I saw something that looked like the kid I’d known.
He Found Me Alone at the Photograph Table and Told Me the Thing Jack Hadn’t Wanted Me to Know
Everybody had moved to the reception hall. I was standing in front of the photo boards we’d put together, which took me and my sister eleven hours and which I do not remember doing.
There’s one in the middle of the second board. The two of them at eight years old, after a storm, in our backyard — mud from their hair to their ankles, both of them missing a shoe, grinning like they’d committed a crime and gotten away with it.
Theo came and stood next to me. He’d put a jacket on over the dress by then, which I noticed and didn’t mention.
