So I told him.
I leaned forward between the front seats. And I told him all of it. Plain and simple. Because I promised him a long time ago that I always would.
I told him about Thursday night. And the headlights. And the gray.
About Gene at Runnings and the eight pails of paint. About Nate and all his rules. About Merle up in the lift. About twenty-two kids from church. And the sloppy joes. And the Peterson twin who ate five.
I told him about Emma, with the sash brush, and Merle holding onto the back of her belt.
And I didn’t leave out who’d painted it gray in the first place.
Brad sat in the driver’s seat with both hands on the steering wheel. And he let me tell it. He didn’t interrupt me once.
When I was done, Arlo turned his head. Slowly. And he looked at his son.
Brad kept looking straight ahead out the windshield.
“I’m sorry, Dad,” he said. “I thought you weren’t coming home. I was scared. And I did a stupid thing.”
Arlo didn’t say anything for a long while.
He looked back at the barn.
Then his left hand let go of Brad’s arm. And lifted. Slowly.
And he pointed at the gray corner.
Then he looked at Brad. And pointed again.
And Brad understood him.
I think it was the first time in three weeks that anybody understood Arlo on the very first try.
“Yes, sir,” Brad said.
He pulled the car the rest of the way up into the yard. He parked it right where his father could see the northwest corner through the windshield. And he rolled Arlo’s window down so he could hear.
Then Brad walked to the machine shed, where I’d stacked all the leftover paint.
He came back carrying the last half pail of barn red. A good brush.
And Arlo’s own extension ladder, off the hooks on the shed wall.
He didn’t try to stand that ladder on the slope.
He went back to the shed and got a shovel and two planks. He dug the uphill side down. And he set the ladder feet level on those planks.
The exact way his father taught him to set a ladder when he was twelve years old.
I walked over and stood at the bottom and held the rails.
And my son climbed.
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