Peter squeezed Roger’s hand and pointed again, saying, “See him now?” and Roger did, a tiny figure in a dark suit and white tie, almost solid in the heat shimmer at the T in the road. The instant Roger saw him, the boy turned on wavering legs to stride into the tall weeds over there, moving away from the road now, looking back over his shoulder in a way that made Roger feel the boy was looking directly at him. “My God.” Peter said, “Isn’t he beautiful?” squeezing Roger’s hand again. Their eyes met then, and Peter said, “Go to him, Roger. For me. Tell him I love him.”
