Chapter 12

“You talk to him a lot?”

“Enough. He drops by sometimes when he knows I’m here. He asks how you’re doing. I tell him that you’re fine. That’s what you want me to tell him, right?”

“Yeah, that’s good.”

“He’s the boy from college?”

“Yeah. We were boys then.”

“Your mother said something happened in Korea.”

“He never made it there,” David explained.

Marisol looked at him carefully again. David chuckled, glad for this free analysis.

“Ahh. I see,” Marisol said, nodding her head. After a moment she spoke again. “Your mother liked him. So did your father.”

“That’s because I never told them what happened.”

“They knew he hurt you, but I think they still liked him.”

“Is that why Mom kept the picture of us together?” David asked.

“Maybe. Or maybe because she knew that good people can do stupid things. People hurt each other, David. I’m very lucky that my boyfriend is so forgiving.”

“You have a boyfriend now, Marisol?”