Today she just hugged me and then smiled. "It’s so good to see you again, Nathan. I’ve got some lunch ready for you."
I hadn’t expected lunch, but I was glad of it; I’d figured I would just stop someplace after I left Concord, but this was better. I’d adored Jeremy, and Mrs. Ford was a sweetheart.
I’d been the one to tell her that her son was dead, and how he had died. I never want to have to tell anyone anything like that again. To this day, I don’t know whether she ever knew that Jeremy was gay. To me he’d been almost like a second big brother. He’d been the one to offer me the best advice after that nearly deadly winter climb up Mount Chocorua.
"You should climb it again," he’d told me. "Kind of like getting back on a horse after you’ve been thrown."
I’d shrugged. "I don’t know whet
