Chapter 17

“Well, that’s up to you, I suppose. It, uh, wouldn’t hurt to offer an apology.”

“I’m sorry.”

Mickey’s smiles had always come easily, at least for me. Maybe just for me. Was hoping or believing that just wishful thinking? “Not you, dork. Me.” His smile faded. “If I had my life to live over…Well, I’m not sure what I would change.” Mickey hung his towel on a length of rope as we talked, and then started pulling at chipping paint on the back of the barn. “In my head, I have a different vision of how things might have gone, but a little from column A and a little from column Bmight not end up where I want it to. So, I’m sorry I was a snob and a jerk. I’m sorry I didn’t treat you the way you deserved to be treated, and I’m sorry my parents took yours to court. I’m especially sorry that your mom died.”

“My mom didn’t die because your parents took her and Pops to court, Mickey.”

“I know. Intellectually, I get it. It happened so fast, afterwards, though.”