Who would have told you life was a series of warnings, but also magic. Once, he was sent for a box of matches and he put that box of strike-anywheres in the pocket of his madras shirt and ran home, he ran so fast to be on time, to be good, and when he did so, the whole box ignited, so he was a boy running down the canyon road with what looked like a heart on fire. He’d laugh when he told you this, a heart on fire, he’d say, so you’d remember.
