I Was Holding My Son’s T-Shirt When His Teacher Called And Said He Had Left Something Behind

exactly. It was something more complicated. Something that looked like a man being seen in a moment he had decided, for reasons of his own, to keep entirely private.

He crossed the hallway in four steps and guided me gently toward a quiet corner near the nurses’ station.

He pulled off the nose. He looked at me. He didn’t say anything at first.

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