announce himself, he looked younger than twenty-two.
“Mrs. Marsh.”
“Kyle.”
“Can I come inside?”
“Yes.”
We sat at the kitchen table.
He looked uncomfortable.
Good apologies usually begin that way.
“I read the newspaper article.”
“I know.”
“I didn’t understand…”
He stopped.
Then tried again.
“I didn’t understand everything.”
I waited.
“I read about your husband.”
His eyes moved toward the front window.
“And the garden.”
“And what I said.”
“Yes.”
He swallowed.
“I came to apologize.”
Then he quickly added:
“Not because my dad told me to.”
I believed
