“It was only out on the cold street... that Riley began to feel the full loss of his father. Poppa, he thought, Oh Poppa. He’d grieved him since Christmas when he first took ill... but it was here now, an empty place where once had been Poppa. A quietness to replace Poppa’s good voice. A gust of wind that said he was there, not on earth, but in the air. Riley knew he would not be the same man again, for Riley had been Poppa’s son and was now only his survivor.”
