Willy should’ve been unnerved, but as he mounted the hill, closing in on the shed, he found himself grinning, his brow pricking with a sweat that he could not entirely put down to exertion. Some men were born to play football, fuck models, and be on TV; some men were born to attend Yale and run for Congress. Willy was born to push the pram . . . to walk out of his unhappy life and into the green wood of something better.
