Tom supposed she was right. He didn’t have much memory of the kid. What he did have fit the eulogizing reverend’s description of a bright and eager kid who was a bit of a nerd. Not so bad, Tom guessed. He’d been young and annoying once himself. And when all was said and done, Andy wasn’t to be faulted for his father’s sins. Certainly not by Tom; blaming the son for the father’s failings was a position Tom couldn’t afford to buy into. If anything, there was less of Matthew Walker in Andy than there was in Tom.