Eddie smiled. “We had . . . some times.” Roland nodded again. “You . . . you . . .” But this Eddie couldn’t finish. He raised one hand and made a weak twirling motion. “I danced,” Roland said, nodding. “Danced the commala.” Yes, Eddie mouthed, then drew in another of those whooping, painful breaths. It was the last. “Thank you for my second chance,” he said. “Thank you . . . Father.”