He looked at me for a long time. He had the glove in his hands, turning it over.
“He’s my godson,” he said quietly. “I promised David.”
“David’s gone.”
It came out much harder than I meant. Ray actually flinched, like I’d hit him.
He set the glove down on the porch step, very carefully. Then he put his hat on and walked back to his car.
I closed the door and leaned my back against it and slid down to the floor.
When I looked up, Caleb was sitting at the top of the stairs.
I don’t know how long he’d been there. Long enough. He looked down at me, and I waited for him to say something. To ask why. To be angry.
He didn’t say anything at all. He just got up and went back to his room.
The next morning, the glove was gone from the porch step. I never asked what happened to it. I assumed Caleb threw it away.
