Frank told Gene he had spent thirty-four years fixing airplanes at Logan.
He told him his wife’s name was Ruthie.
And he said,
“Tell her I’m sorry.”
Then,
“Tell her I saved her the window.”
Grandma covered her mouth.
Gene continued.
Frank reached toward his work jacket.
He removed the silver wings he had worn for decades.
Then he handed them to Danny.
“You’re going to be a pilot someday,” Frank told him.
“Keep these. Be brave.”
Danny took the pin.
Frank closed the boy’s hand around it.
That was
