But you have such…” He paused, considering. He never seemed to feel bad about looking for a word, or to expect anyone to shout at him to spit it out. “Such a gift for people, for friendship. I wish I had your heart.” Clem didn’t think he’d ever blushed so hard. “I don’t think I do anything special.” “I dare say you don’t,” Rowley said. “I think you’re quite exceptional.
