We didn’t talk about anything heavy or light. We were just there, together. And that was enough

"She belonged to me," he said simply. "She was, you know, all the

things I wasn't. And I was all the things she wasn't. She could paint

circles around anyone; I can't even draw a straight line. She was never

into sports; I've always been." he lifted his outstretched palm and 

curled his fingers.

"Her hand," he said. "It fit mine."