Then he said, “Send me the link.”
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Here’s where I thought I knew what was coming next.
I’d seen those stories. The ones that go around. The bikers roll up on the kid’s house, forty of them, engines running, and the kid cries and apologizes and everyone cheers.
That is not what happened. I want to be honest about that, because the real thing was smaller and it was harder and it has stayed with me longer.
Walt called me back that evening and said, “I can’t get it taken down. Neither can you. I want you to make peace with that first.”
“That’s not what I called you for.”
“I know what you called me for.” Pause. “I’m telling you anyway, because the next three weeks of your life are gonna disappear into trying, and they’ll be three weeks you don’t get back, and he’ll still be in the room with you needing supper.”
