“He knew what mattered to you.”
“Yes.”
Another silence.
Then Kyle said something I still remember.
“I’d like to become someone who knows what matters to other people.”
He gave a small, embarrassed laugh.
“I don’t think I’m that person yet.”
“You’re twenty-two.”
“That sounds like an excuse.”
“It isn’t.”
I shook my head.
“It’s simply a fact.”
“You have time.”
“What you do with that time is your responsibility.”
He nodded.
Eventually, he stood.
“Next spring?”
“Saturday morning.”
He smiled slightly.
“I’ll be here.”
“Bring gloves.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Then
