But the man wasn’t finished.
“Is Ethan here? The boy who built the ramp for Caleb?” he shouted.
That made me straighten up.
Ethan stepped forward. “I am here.”
The man quickly walked over to us. “In your father’s honor, there will be a dedication. A permanent installation for his bravery in the line of duty as a firefighter. And a new ramp for Caleb.”
For illustration purposes only
Tears sprang to my eyes. Ethan’s father had died fighting a blaze downtown. I never thought anyone would care that much.
Mrs. Harlow slid down against her door, sitting on the ground now.
One of the men shook Renee’s hand and said they’d be in touch. The men got back into their cars and drove off.
Neighbors gathered in small groups to discuss what had just happened.
But I walked over to Renee, who’d returned to Caleb’s side.
