That was the future as he was able to imagine it that afternoon: another visit, a larger toy, a game to continue.

It was enough for me to plan for that much, too.

EPILOGUE — My Way, Simon

One quiet evening, I went to Oakwood Cemetery.

I took a copy of the photograph of the two boys.

The original remained with Mrs.

Callahan.

I did not want weather to have the only surviving image of a connection it had taken so long to recover.