“Was that okay?” he asked me. “I mean, did I do right?” “Asking me if I thought you did right isn’t the question,” I said. Irwin suddenly smiled at me. “Do I think I did right?” He nodded slowly. “I think . . . I think I do.” “How’s it feel?” I asked him. “It feels good. I feel . . . not happy. Satisfied. Whole.” “That’s how it’s supposed to feel,” I said. “Whenever you’ve got a choice, do good, kiddo. It isn’t always fun or easy, but in the long run it makes your life better.”
