“Anybody would be happy to see you,” I said. His smile was a needle of sun piercing a gray scrim of clouds. And perhaps it was this, how he could be touched by so small a compliment, that made me understand all he’d stored up in his heart. This boy whose shoulders I held in my hands, I wanted him to have the shimmer of the whole world. And for him, it was all held in the dark honey of Daisy’s eyes.
