the note twice.
Veronica was the first to speak.
“What if we did that?”
“Did what?” I asked.
“The community room.”
Derek looked toward the empty field beside the shop.
“For classes?”
“For anyone who wants to learn.”
Dad remained silent.
Then his eyes filled with something I had rarely seen.
Not sadness.
Recognition.
“My father taught me here,” he said.
We all turned.
Dad touched the beam where Granddad’s initials remained.
“I remember now.”
He smiled.
“I thought it was the old shop in town. But it was here.”
