“Easy, Thora James!” Timo shouts over the music. When I look at him, his eyes beam like he’s having the time of his life. In the prime of his youth. And it lightens my weighted body, immeasurably. It’s ordinary when you’re simply happy. It’s remarkable when you can make others feel what you do. “Don’t stare into his eyes!” John shouts to me. “Little parts of you will die inside!”
