“Maybe not good as new,” I said. “But good anyway.” His face had healed. In the evening light, he was perfect again. “I went swimming today,” he said. “How was it?” “I love swimming.” “I know,” I said. “I love swimming,” he said again. He was quiet for a little while. And then he said, “I love swimming—and you.” I didn’t say anything. “Swimming and you, Ari. Those are the things I love the most.”
