earlier.
Frank cried as though hearing it for the first time.
Owen held his hand.
But something inside Owen had changed.
Two weeks later, we went to lunch.
Owen ordered a burger without onions.
It arrived covered in onions.
He stared at the plate.
His thumb started rubbing against his finger.
Then it stopped.
He raised his hand.
“Excuse me.”
The waiter came over.
“I asked for no onions. Could I please get another one?”
“Absolutely. Sorry about that.”
The waiter left.
I stared at Owen.
“What?”
“You sent it
