“Feel how tight my arms are around you?” he said. “This is how tight I’ll be holding you. No matter where you go, or where I go, remember how tight I’m holding you.” Memory doesn’t fade. You don’t forget. When you conjure something that happened, float it back up through time and space, it will happen again. When I am eighty years old and looking back on my life, I will be back in the haymow with Tom Miller, that night when he held me so tight.”
