“I have a serious question for you, Shane.”
“I probably have a serious answer. Try me.”
He coughed into his left fist in a state of nervousness, turned toward me, face to face, and exhaled his sweet breath against my lips. Then he whispered, “I want to clean up my life and get off the streets. I want to stop my hustling gigs and quit doing drugs. But I need a place to stay to start this change. I want a better life. I want to be a better person and learn to love, and love someone like you.” He lowered his head, rubbed his nose, and whispered, “And I was wondering if I could stay with you. Maybe you can help me with a new beginning. What do you think?”
I reached out and patted his leg, glowing inside, glad to see him, and thrilled to have him at my side again. I was in love with the kid, forever and always, mad about him. “I’m here for you, Tommy. That’s what I think. I’ll always be here for you, and I’ll always help you.”
“You mean that?”