I knew that listening was becoming a habit.

It was a small, hopeful change.

PART 22

The Dinner That Was Finally Ours

Several months after the school meeting, I invited Terrence to an ordinary Sunday dinner in Phoenix.

I did not ask him because the children needed a show of unity.

They wanted to introduce him to a routine they loved, and I thought the time was right.

He arrived with bread from a neighborhood bakery and asked where he could help.