drove past your school once when you were twelve. I saw you through the gate. You were wearing a yellow sweater and carrying a violin case.”
I looked down at my dress.
“I never played violin.”
“You carried a case.”
“It belonged to a friend.”
He gave a faint, sad laugh.
“I sat in my car for an hour. I thought about walking over. Then I remembered your mother’s instructions.”
“You could have come anyway.”
“Yes.”
“Why didn’t you?”
“Because I was afraid you would look at me and see
