Dan understood that I loved Owen, and that I wanted to talk with him—most of all—but that it was a conversation, for both Owen’s sake and mine, that was best to delay. But before we finished loading the baseball cards in the car, Dan Needham asked me, “What are you giving him?”
“What?” I said.
“To show him that you love him,” Dan Needham said. “That’s what he was showing you. What have you got to give him?”