Toby & Gavin — The Missing Weekends
“Somewhere without a collapsing roof,” Toby answered.
They laughed, but I heard something hopeful beneath the joke.
The future had become a place they could imagine again.
Before leaving, Walter pressed a small envelope into my hand.
Inside was a photograph of Miriam standing beside a bright yellow bicycle many years earlier.
On the back he had written, THANK YOU FOR LETTING AN OLD MAN LEARN SOMETHING NEW.
I placed the picture on the mantel for the rest of the season.