Caleb thought about that.
“I want to get there.”
Dorothy shook her head.
“You already did.”
“When?”
“When you ran into the street.”
Caleb’s expression changed.
“You chose what mattered over what was safe and comfortable.”
“I didn’t think about it.”
“Most important decisions happen that way.”
She smiled.
“You do what’s in front of you. Later, someone tells you what it meant.”
Caleb finally smiled.
Not the small smile he had when he smelled the grass.
A real one.
Dorothy noticed.
“There it is.”
I turned.
“What?”
She watched Caleb.
“The thing I didn’t realize I came here to see.”
She looked toward the field.
“I’ve spent eight months angry because of that man.”
Then she looked back at Caleb.
“The anger is justified. But anger is heavy.”
Caleb kept smiling.
“And today, a boy who lost the sport he loved because he saved a child is watching his team play.”
