Chapter 35

“The memory makes it much more obvious.”

Ah.

“Simon, there are lives at stake,” Fox said. “You do realize that by refusing to tell everyone, you’re making the second half of the poem true? You’re putting your feelings above the cause.”

Simon closed his eyes in anguish. “Why did King have to choose thismemory? Of all the ones he could have chosen.”

“Maybe he figured if you resolved the problem in the sonnet, then you could reconcile the two halves? Were you never going to tell her, after all this time?”

Simon didn’t answer, just stepped forward and said, loudly enough for everyone to hear, “You know, it’s funny. The last line isn’t just metaphorical. A revolution really did start the day we met.”

He leaned forward and touched his head to Mrs. Park’s, and they whirled away.