“Gee, I’m sorry.”
“She was great. So’s my Pop. He’s still the principal of the high school I went to.”
“So he’s alone now?”
“Uh huh.”
“Just like my mom. Except she’s not really alone anymore.”
“I wish Pop had found somebody. Or would find somebody. He’s in his early fifties now, and he seems content with his life, but…” He sighed, and Joe found himself wanting to take the little guy in his arms or do something to comfort him.
“He must be proud of you.”
“Why would you say that?”
“Well, look. You’ve been to college, and now you’re making awesome furniture. Really impressive stuff. You’ve admitted to me that there’s more demand for your things than you can fill.”
Micah put his hand on Joe’s knee, then pulled it back quickly. “Thanks for the nice words. But Pop was disappointed when I
