making it a thing, just handing tissues and moving on.
He learned that Calvin, the quiet one, the watcher, was the one who needed the most patience, not because he was difficult, but because his trust was a thing that had to be earned in small increments over a very long time, and Walter respected that.
There were hard nights.
There were nights when the money simply wasn’t there and dinner was crackers and peanut butter, and Walter told the boys it was a camping meal and they were on
