There was a big one looking out over the parking lot.

He nodded.

I watched him walk toward the door with Ms.

Vance.

His shoulders were squared like mine get when I’m trying to do something hard.

I wanted to call him back and tell him we didn’t have to go through with it.

But we had talked about the visit for weeks, and he had decided to try.

Forty minutes later he came out holding a sheet of paper.