He'd be glad you were there, standing in for him." "I was just telling him about it and I thought, shit, I don't even know how much of him is in there." "None," Jack said. "He's moved on." Paul hit his chest with a fist. "I still have him here." "Of course. Everyone who loved him has him there. I think that's the point." "I shouldn't have been the one tonight. It should've been him. She misses him so much." "Look, we all have different paths, Paul. His led him there, yours led you here." Paul sniffed and wiped at his face. "The house is about done," he said. "Vanni will be up and around in no time and I can't hang around here anymore. I have to get back. To Grants Pass." "Yeah," Jack said. "But you'll be back pretty soon. You have strong ties here." "I don't know about that…." "Give her time, Paul. It's still a little raw, but that's going to change." "What are you talking about?" he asked, looking at him in the dark. "Oh, Jesus, I wondered. You don't remember. You got a little drunk and-No, you got a lot drunk and kind of let it slip about how you saw her first." "No. I couldn't have." "Take it easy. Just to me. You had the discretion to pass out before you told anyone else. So listen to me for once, okay? Because this is important. You already know this, but right now you think you're the only man who's ever been in this position. I married a widow. Remember? It wasn't easy. It wasn't quick-getting over that long, ugly hump of wondering where I fit in. It was goddamn humbling, if you want the truth. But, Paul, it was worth every sleepless night I invested. It's just that it takes whatever time it takes." Paul thought a minute. He fixed his lips tight, as if he were struggling. "I have to get back to Grants Pass." "But you come back here before long," Jack said. "Come back regular. I'm telling you, if you don't, you'll regret it." "But I can't stay much longer, Jack. It's eating me up. I gotta get out of here. He was my best friend, and he's dead, and I helped his baby into the world, and-" "And you want his woman. I know this is a rough patch, Paul, but if you're the kind of guy who cuts and runs, oh man, you're going to hate yourself." Paul hung his head. "Come on," Jack said. "People want to say good-night. They want to pat you on the back one more time." "Can't you just leave me out here?" "Nah," he said, turning Paul away from the grave with a hand behind his neck. "The general wants to tell you-Matt picked a name. They've made a few adjustments on account of his death-adjustments that were Vanessa's idea. Matt wanted to name him Paul. But they've settled on Matthew Paul. I think you should drink to it. And think to it.
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