Everyone in That House Was Counting on Him Never Walking Again. He Was Hiding the Fact That He’d Started To

Between them, on eighteen inches of pine shelving, sits the entire meaning of my life.

“One question,” I said.

“Did you rehearse that speech?”

He grinned, a little sheepish.

“Worked on it for three weeks.”

“And that’s the real reason you invited him.

So you’d have the whole town there to hear it.”

“Partly.”