reached across the table and touched the sleeve of the jacket.
“I haven’t seen this in forty years.”
For a moment, he looked like the boy he must have been when Thomas was still alive.
“I’m glad it came back,” he said.
Then he stood and walked away before any of us could answer.
Three months after our wedding, Claire and I traveled to meet Margaret.
She lived in a small house surrounded by maple trees. She welcomed us with tea, a plate of biscuits, and a stack of old
