“Ooo! All these men.” Again Sara laughed.
“Yeah.” Bobby laughed with her. Then he asked, “Do you remember what Granpa said about the self needing minimum maintenance? About being able to expand beyond one’s self?”
“Um-hmm. Opening oneself to teach, to create, to love.”
“How can you teach someone to expand beyond his or her self?”
“I’m not sure.”
“But you know,” Bobby said. “That’s why you’re such a good teacher. That’s what you were teaching those spoiled brats in San Martin. That’s what I hope you’ll teach here.”
By eight thirty the next morning Tony had the forge roaring and the first iron bar glowing. His shirt was off. Outside the temperature was five degrees Fahrenheit. Wind gusts buffeted, bringing in the cold wall, then the pressure backed up and the hot air about the furnace
