Oh, you know, you know!”
“You will go back to school,” I assured him, “if that’s what is troubling you. But not to the same place—we’ll find a different and better one. How could I have known that it bothered you when you never told me or said it at all?” I continued, “Did you know that you have never said a word about your old school to me?”
He seemed to be thinking; he smiled nicely. But he needed more time; he waited, he asked for help. “Haven’t I?” It wasn’t my job to help him—it was for the thing I had met!
Something in his tone and the look on his face made my heart
