Spring Won't Wait, The Old Love Parts

When my husband got our daughter a back-to-school gift, he still prepared two of them. One was a top-of-the-line computer, the kind he'd pulled strings to arrange, waiting nearly half a year on a reservation before he finally got his hands on it. The other was a palm-sized knockoff doll bought off the street, the kind of toy our daughter had long outgrown. Thomas picked up the doll without a second thought and handed it to her, putting on a show of fairness.