Chapter 5Wyatt was dreaming of the past again, remembering. This time he and Samuel were sitting on the couch. Samuel had told him he wanted to be a writer, and Wyatt had confessed he wanted to go to art school and become a photographer like his mother had been before his father had left, and he was showing him prints he’d made in his mom’s darkroom.
There were photographs of a mouse in the alley, of Mrs. Morgan from downstairs feeding birds out her window, and one of Samuel blowing a kiss at the lens.
Samuel had laughed, his eyes crinkling, and Wyatt had remembered thinking, for the very first time, that he was in love.
When Teddy came home and asked them what they were laughing about, Wyatt had told him girls. Samuel had given him a look that said he understood but he didn’t. Not real
