The bag went by the front door.

And then he went quiet, and I found him in the doorway of a yellow room, looking at two white cribs he had built out of boxes with his own hands.

Part Fourteen: Can I Say Something Dumb?

“Am I allowed to say something stupid?” he said.

“Today’s a no-stupid day.

Smart things only.”

He did not turn round.

That was the first sign.