nothing.
He called the following morning. I considered letting voicemail handle it before picking up.
“Hi.”
“Hi.”
His voice sounded weary.
“Did you see my message?”
“Yes.”
“Okay.”
He hesitated. “I wasn’t trying to bother you.”
“I know.”
“I just…”
He sighed. “I keep thinking about how stupid I was.”
Outside my kitchen window the maple was turning green.
“Daniel.”
“I know. I know you don’t want to talk about it.”
“Then why are we?”
“Because there’s something I never said.”
I let him continue.
“When I walked into that
