the group always closer to the surface with him.
Calvin stood slightly behind both of them, watching Walter with that same expression from the boiler room, the one balanced exactly between hope and suspicion.
20 years later and Calvin still had that look.
Walter thought he might always have it.
He made coffee.
Four cups.
He set them on the kitchen table and sat across from the three of them and he told them.
He told them everything.
He started at the beginning, the part they knew, or thought they
