“I’m really sorry. I can’t help it. No matter how hard I try, I can’t remember anything. Although there is this one thing…” “What one thing?” “That I was happy. That’s all I remember.” “You were happy?” “Yes. That’s what I remember when I look at these photos. Simply that I was happy.” It seemed odd to me that Cabbage couldn’t remember any of the details of that trip—not of the inn, not even of Mom herself—but that he could somehow remember that he’d felt happy.
