But I didn’t take him home.
Instead, I drove to Jeremy’s favorite park.
There was a walking path beside a narrow bike trail.
We sat on a bench.Dictionaries & Encyclopedias
Evan’s battered map rested between us.
For a while, neither of us spoke.
Then I said:
“Your father kept Mrs. Donnelly’s ladder for eleven years.”
Evan looked at me.
“What?”
“Eleven.”
“No way.”
“I am completely serious.”
“But Dad always returned stuff.”
I laughed.
“Your father once borrowed twenty dollars from Mr. Alvarez and forgot about it for six months.”
Evan frowned.
“No.”
“Yes.”
“Dad?”
“Your father.”
Evan looked genuinely offended by this information.
I continued.
“He was generous.”
I touched the map.
“He helped people.”
Then I looked at him.
“But people helped him too.”
Evan’s eyes dropped.
“He would’ve paid them back.”
“Sometimes.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means life isn’t a ledger.”