“Yes.”
“Then you know most of it.”
“Not everything.”
“No.” He swallowed. “There are things only Margaret could explain. I’m sorry I can’t give you her voice.”
Neither could I.
That was the pain and mercy of it.
Daniel opened the car door for me.
I turned to Samuel.
“I’m not ready to go anywhere with you.”
“I understand.”
“I don’t know if I’ll ever call you Uncle.”
“You can call me Samuel.”
“I don’t know if I forgive you.”
“You don’t have to.”
“And I may change my mind
