He had gone over the circumstances always to the biggest kickback from who'd get the job. Everything on two things he didn't: what the next and whoever made it.

If he had known he could. But he wanted to wait. It meant hope. Which he wouldn't do because once you start you might as well sell your soul.

 
 
 
 
 
 
                   
 

 on the roof alone every autumn when I was seven or eight and out of sight