town openly sobbed around them.
I glanced down at Ben, who was crying with complete sincerity and no embarrassment. He squeezed my hand and whispered, “I’m glad we remembered.”
So was I.
The Small Things That Were Never Small
After a while, Mr. Walter stood again. He still did not want a microphone, but he allowed Linda to hold it near him while he spoke.
His voice was rough and unsteady.
“I don’t know what to say except… thank you.”
He looked around at all the faces.
“I thought those
