You never conceal one.

There is never a day when the child is told, because there is never a day when the child did not know.

So there is a photograph on a shelf in the hall.

It has been there since he was two.

It is the fourth one from the box — the one that is just him.

And when Auggie was three and a half he pointed at it and said, “Who dat.”

And I said, “That’s Linus.