“I don’t really know that much about Mom,” said Ezekiel. “Come on,” said Dad. “You know everything that matters.” “I have to look at her picture to remember her face,” said Ezekiel. “You know that she was kind. That other people adored her. You know that she was always helping other people—people from church, total strangers. She was always generous, always gentle, always funny without ever being mean. Everybody wanted to be her best friend but they never could be, though, because that position was taken.” “You,” said Ezekiel. “No, stupid child. You,” said Dad, smiling.
