One afternoon I’d asked him,
“How do you keep track of all these people?”
Thomas had smiled.
“I don’t.”
“You clearly do.”
“No.” He looked out the hospital window. “I just try to pay attention while they’re talking.”
He remembered everything.
At the time, I’d laughed.
Now… I understood.
Paying attention had been the way he loved people.
***
Three days later, I met his attorney again.
The little office above the bookstore smelled faintly of old paper and coffee.
The green backpack rested beside my chair.
“I’ve read the notebook,” I said.
Paying attention had been the way he loved people.
He nodded. “I thought you might.”
“But I still don’t understand why he married me.”
The attorney was quiet for a long moment.
Then he asked, “What did Thomas ever ask you for?”
I blinked.
“What do you mean?”
“Think carefully.”
I did.
“But I still don’t understand why he married me.”
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