I realized Michael was asking our waiter with the shaved head and caramel skin how tall he was.
6’3, he said.
You must a basketball player, my mom said.
Yeah, I played varsity for a school, but that was a long time ago.
I sized him up and recalled the way he moved. Upright but graceful, the kind of guy who appears taller in memory. He was a runner.
“I was more of a runner,” he said.
Sometimes you wonder if it was a falling star you saw, or someone far away winking.
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