He said, “Yes.”

“Do I know it?” I asked then.

He answered nothing.

But he led me to the shore. And on that part of it where she and I had looked for shells, two children⁠—on that part of it where some lighter fragments of the old boat, blown down last night, had been scattered by the wind⁠—among the ruins of the home he had wronged⁠—I saw him lying with his head upon his arm, as I had often seen him lie at school.