Jamie looked slightly baffled. “My dad always says if you can help someone, you should help someone.” “I love your dad,” Laurie said, on reflex. “Thank you,” Jamie said. “Can I . . . will you let me write to them, when we go our separate ways? To tell them how much it meant to me, meeting them? I couldn’t bear for them to think I flitted in and flitted out without a backward glance.” “Yes,” Jamie said, looking drawn. “Sorry I’ve put you in that position.” “I would rather be in that position than have not met them. That’s the truth.”
