“It’s good to see you too, you old barn rat,” the man said as Bobby stood up and walked around the desk.
The two men gripped hands firmly and looked at each other. As they did, something passed between them that is shared only by men who have faced great trials together. The man pulled Bobby into a bear hug and then put his hands on Bobby’s shoulders and looked him over.
“You’re still taking nourishment, I see,” he said. “Maybe a bit too much. Your mom still as good a cook as ever?”
“Well, Reuben,” Bobby said, “I must admit that it’s awful hard to pass on a second piece of her strawberry-rhubarb pie, if that’s what you mean. It’s good to see you too, especially today.”
“September thirteen, nineteen forty-two. Twenty-three years ago today. Some things aren’t easy to forget,” Reuben said
