wasme.Dex held his mother’s hand and absorbed that flood of information. The silence in the art room was so profound that he thought he could hear his watch ticking in his pocket, hear his heartbeat, possibly even his mother’s heartbeat.
“I had no idea,” he said finally. “I always assumed . . .” The story he’d concocted years ago as the reason for his father’s deep love for his mother was complete and utter fiction. “Thank you for telling me.”
“Does it answer your question?”
“I think so.” But just to be absolutely certain, he said: “So men like me—like Father—who are frippery and lighthearted instead of serious . . . we can still love deeply?”
can“Of course you can. You may not be serious, but you both have a gift for being happy, and for making others happy, too. The world needs peopl
