He told me that you were his best friend, and then you left, and he was real sad, Savvy. And that when he had the chance to marry you when you came back, he was afraid if he waited, you’d leave again. And he said losing you once was terrible.” He threw his arms in the air. “Just terrible! But losing you twice would be too much. That’s why I wasn’t mad anymore. He’d waited for you, and you came back.” He smiled up at me with his pink round cheeks and those chocolate eyes that could melt anyone’s heart. And his words melted mine.
