We stood together while Eli chased a fallen leaf across the grass.

Rebecca called his name and he ran back toward her, laughing.

Clarence watched him with an expression I couldn’t quite describe.

It was part pride, part gratitude, and part astonishment that the world could still offer him something he had never thought to ask for.

“You promised me once you wouldn’t tell,” he said.

“I remember.”

“I’m glad you broke that promise.

But next time, Brenda, promise you’ll talk to me first.”