The old man listened intently. The boy was babbling but the old man knew he needed to babble so he listened intently and patiently.
The boy…the younger man really…went on about his anger, his disappointments, his heartaches, his fruitless search to find someone who will love him the way he wants and needs to be loved. The boy admitted some hubris and even some foolishness; he admitted some fantasy and some darkness of which he was reluctant to speak of in greater detail.
The old man nodded, puffed thoughtfully on his pipe, and listened intently, patiently.
And when the boy ran out of words he looked into the old man’s face. “So what do you think?”
The old man let slip a fragrant cloud of smoke and looked into the boy’s eyes. “Everybody’s got a hungry heart.” The old man stood up, patted the boy’s shoulder and walked away humming.
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