“The way I’d be patient with one of my kids in the courtyard.

That’s the part that’s hard.

I know exactly how to be gentle with everyone except me.” Aurelio, hearing it, thought that this was perhaps the truest description of his grandson he had yet been given — and resolved, privately, to be gentle enough with the boy for the both of them, for as long as it took the boy to learn to do it himself.

Chapter 32 — Sunday Dinners