The thought came fast. Tie them together, he seemed to say to me. I dare you. He would have loved that. Standing, finally, in some distant place, some magical, stardust place where we go, when we go, if we go, Tim finally able to stand, to walk, the joy of it, the sudden desire, in his new sneaks, his handsome suit, ready to burst into a run, and then falling from the knot tying his two sneakers together. “That sonuvabitch,” he would have said, smiling.
