Once more, Nathaniel was waiting at the base of the oak outside the school. Only a few days before, he had stood in the very same place, alive with anticipation of being with Jonathan. This time his heart was like lead within him. He had made a decision. He would share it with Jonathan. This time he made no attempt to talk with the students as they left for the day. He merely waited until the last one seemed to have left and went to the door, entering quietly. He stood for a long time, watching Jonathan clear away the evidence of the day’s work.
Finally he spoke. “Jonathan.”
Jonathan turned and walked toward him. He stopped in front of him, reached out and took one hand in his. Jonathan searched Nathaniel’s face for several long moments and then said, “You have come to tell me you are le
