And: Whatever he’s given you, I can give you a hundred times more.
The night before the state championship, the thirteenth of March, Amari came into my room at about eleven o’clock and sat down on the end of my bed the way he has since he was small.
He said, “Dad, I need to tell you something and I need you to let me finish.”
He told me Grady had contacted him in December. He told me he’d read everything and answered nothing for eight weeks.
And then he said, “I invited him to the game tomorrow. He’s coming. Please try to understand.”
I want to describe what that did and I’m not sure I can.
Fourteen years. Every single day of them.
And I said, “Okay.”
That’s what I said. I said okay and I asked if he wanted eggs in the morning.
Then he went to bed and I lay there until about four, and at some point I got up and stood in the kitchen in the dark for a while like an idiot.
