Caleb climbed onto the stool beside him. “Grandpa, can I tell you something?”
“Always.”
“The boy who called me a baby at summer program is in my class. He said your video was old news.”
Owen felt himself tense. “What did you say?”
“I said I was glad. Then I asked if he wanted to play kickball.”
Owen looked at him, surprised.
“Did he?”
“No. He said kickball was dumb.”
“His loss.”
Caleb smiled. Then he grew serious again.
“I still get scared when somebody yells near me.”
Owen set the paper down. “I’m sorry.”
“Sometimes I think that man is behind me, even when he’s not. It’s stupid.”
“It isn’t stupid. Something frightening happened. It can take time for your mind to feel safe again.”
“Do you get that?”
Owen thought of his dreams. “Yes.”
“Even though you’re grown up?”
“Even though I’m grown up.”
Caleb was quiet for a moment. “What do you do?”
“I tell somebody I trust. I do things that remind me where I really am. Sometimes I ask for help from someone who knows more about it than I do.”
The boy leaned his head against Owen’s upper arm. “Mom says I can talk to the school counselor.”
“That’s a good idea.”
“Would you come with me the first time?”
Owen swallowed. “If your mother and the counselor say that’s okay, absolutely.”
The next week, he accompanied Caleb to the school office and sat in a waiting area filled with construction-paper suns. He did not tell the counselor how to do her job. He did not try to fix the boy’s feelings with a speech. He waited outside while Caleb talked, and when the door opened, he was there.
On the ride home, Caleb asked whether his grandfather thought he was brave.
“Very,” Owen said.
“But I didn’t fight anybody.”
“You told people the truth about being scared. You asked for help. You went back to school. Those things take courage.”
Caleb glanced through the window. “The internet said you were the bravest man in town.”
“The internet says a lot of things.”
“Do you think you are?”
“No,” Owen replied. “I think there are plenty of people who do hard things without anyone filming them.”
Caleb thought about that for a while. Then he asked Owen to stop for ice cream.
They did. Neither of them took a photograph.
Chapter 22 — The Offer Nobody Asked For
By September, Owen had received three public invitations to participate in a rematch. One promoter offered expenses and a sizable appearance fee. Another wanted to stage a charity exhibition, though the charity changed each time the proposal was forwarded. A third offered to produce a documentary about Owen’s military career, complete with dramatic reenactments that had no basis in anything he had said.
