“I looked behind me. He’d dropped his backpack and picked up a stone from the side of the road. He turned and lobbed it toward the bell tower of old First Congregational. I’d never heard that bell ring before.”
“He really could have been any other eighth-grade kid at Eastman Middle School. Except he had a daughter. And he wouldn’t look at you when he talked- if he talked.”
″‘Do you think Joseph will fit in?’ my mother asked me later.
‘Rosie loves him,’ I said.
I didn’t need to say anything more. You can tell all you need to know about someone from the way cows are around him.”