out how to explain who I was without sounding like some strange old man telling a little girl I knew her mother.”
He held the envelope through the window.
“But now you’re here.”
I took it.
It was warm from his shirt pocket.
“Why are you here, Walter?”
I had finally learned his name.
“Why this town? Why my neighborhood?”
He looked down for a moment.
“Read the letter tonight. It explains things better.”
Then he looked back at me.
“But you deserve the short version now.”
He took a
