“He has a hole in his heart,” Uncle Edgar said, and then puffed again. “So many of us do, but I expect his is bigger than most. We think we’ll fill it up someday, somehow, but in most ways we never do. We just learn to live a good life with a hole in our heart. We make space for it. We work around it. You were a boy with a hole in your heart, and I’ll bet anything it’s still there.”
