me and the words,” he said.
AFTER SHE DIED, HE DEVELOPED WORKAROUNDS.
***
The next morning, Frank invited me to the learning center.
He was already sitting at a table when I arrived, dinosaur lunchbox beside him.
“Don’t laugh.”
“I wasn’t going to,” I said.
“You were thinking about it.”
“Absolutely.”
“YOU WERE THINKING ABOUT IT.”
Eliam sat nearby.
Frank pulled a card from his folder.
The dinosaur on the front wore a party hat.
I reached automatically.
Frank covered it with his hand.
“Don’t.”
FRANK PULLED A CARD FROM HIS FOLDER.
I stopped.
“That’s sort of the point.”
He opened it.
His grandson’s handwriting covered half the inside.
Frank began reading.
Slowly.
Sometimes he stopped.
FRANK BEGAN READING.
Once, I knew the word immediately and nearly supplied it.
Eliam glanced at me.
Neither of us spoke.
Frank tried again.
Then he found it himself.
“‘You’re my best buddy.’”
He sat