He looked like never in his life had he encountered a sad or blue or messy
second. He had lived many full moments and he had loved them all.
The girl looked up at him. She said, “He looks like such a very nice person
to have known.”
“Oh, yes,” he said, nodding with vigor. He felt his lips stretch, close to
tearing, and he held onto the picture tighter. “Yes, of course. Yes.”