“My sister,” Charlie said, “her life has sort of blown up lately, and I’m worried about her, so I’m going to try to bring her here. I have to do something, and I feel like if I bring her here, it might help. You Bergmans can make anything better. If she says yes, if she comes, will you help me?” “How?” I asked. Charlie smiled, bright and trusting. “Just by being you. Put a smile on her face for me. She needs someone to make her smile. If anyone can do that, it’s you.”
