David comes home
We decided that Alan would stay in the fields, while I walked to Queens ferry to find Mr. Ran Keillor. Alan promised. Not to come out until he heard me return. In order to be sure that it was me, he taught me to whistle little Gaelic song. I have never forgotten it. I think it will run in my head when I lie dying. Every time it comes to me, I think of that last day of my travels, with Alan whistling opposite me in the grass, while the first light of the sun touched his face.