“I’m grown up now,” he said. “But I do remember when I was very, very small and first came to see you. I remember the toys, the doll house and the sand and the men and women and children in the world I built. I remember the bells and the time to go and the truck. I remember the water and the paint and the dishes. I remember our office and our books and our recording machine. I remember all the people. And I remember how you played with me.” “What did we play, Dibs?” Dibs leaned toward me. His eyes were shining. “Everything I did, you did,” he whispered. “Everything I said, you said.” “So
...more
