going to remember who you are.”
His eyes filled with tears.
“So I wanted to tell you while I still could.”
Owen reached out and took his father’s hand.
“Something happened tonight,” he said.
“There was a boy at the theater.”
Frank listened.
“His father grabbed him when they got upset.”
Owen paused.
“And somebody stepped in.”
Frank looked surprised.
“Who?”
Owen hesitated.
“Me.”
Frank’s face changed.
He squeezed Owen’s hand.
“Good.”
He whispered the word again.
“Good.”
Then he said something I will never forget.
“I wish somebody had
