When Richard drew nearer, Jack finally saw that his friend was weeping.
Jack put his arm around Richard’s shoulders. “I want you to know something,” he said.
“What?” Richard’s small face was tear-streaked but defiant.
“I love you,” Jack said.
Richard’s eyes snapped back to the surface of the road. Jack kept his arm over his friend’s shoulders. In a moment Richard looked up– looked straid at Jack– and nodded. And that was like somethng Lily Cavanaugh Sawyer once or twice really had said to her son: Jack-O, there are times you don’t have to spill your guts out of you mouth.