His vaguely hairy shin. He chooses peanut butter and banana. Have a good day, I tell him, and he says you too. This mortifies him. Later today he's got a different basketball practice for the regional team, which he did make, and he's going to miss his baseball game to go to the basketball practice.
Some people believe it.
You and he could be dreaming the same dream one night and the next morning passing each other on the street and not even recognizing each other. I remember once you said never uproot a kid in junior high. I know you want to know one thing, but I'm not gonna tell you whether he talks about you or not or what he even remembers. A family of gypsies. The last time I saw his wife, she was loading up their kid, who also has red hair, into a minivan right across the street from our house.