Chapter 119

I could tell these words were costing him. I knew exactly what he was trying to say.

“I wantto say something,” he countered. “One day…well, it was the day of Noah’s funeral. I remember walking behind you as we entered the church and went to sit down and get ready for the funeral mass. You were so devastated, so hurt, so out of your mind. And I didn’t realize how much you loved that boy. I knew it, of course. But I didn’t knowit. I thought…well, I don’t know what I thought. But that day, walking behind you—Jesus, you could hardly stand up that day—I knew I was a complete fuckwad. Just like you said in that frickin’ book. And don’t think I’m forgiving you for that book, because I’m not. Not yet, anyway. But you were right, what you wrote about me. That was the day I realized you were right. That’s what I’m trying to tell you.”

I listened, did not interrupt.