

He wouldn’t let go. He really didn’t know why.
He didn’t miss her as a woman. He could have any woman he wanted. He didn’t miss her as a friend. He had…
Dear Jules,
This is the most beautiful story, so perfectly written. But it is much more than that. The things that make it fresh are the voice and the confidence that refuse to ask a single moment of pity or “poor me” for the streetwise, well-adjusted little 7-year-old Jules. Thank you for including the old photo so we could…