Gabe looked down at him. “If you’re always going to be small, you ought to learn to be careful with that word,” he said. “But… I didn’t say you were lying.” “No. You said my dream, the dream of everyone here, was a lie. You don’t even know what you said.” “I’m sorry.” Gabe stared at him, sighed, and picked him up again. “I don’t know,” he said. “Maybe I ought to be relieved.” “At what?” “That in some ways you really are just a kid.”
