that. I couldn’t understand that.
He sat down next to me on the curb. Lily sat on the other side of him. He took a long breath.
“I had a granddaughter,” he said. “Her name was Sarah. She was five.”
I went quiet.
“House fire in Akron. Ten years ago this January. I was on a run down in Georgia when my daughter called me. I rode all night. Twelve hundred continue reading …
