Author's notes: thank you to Jane Doe51, Mossi.b and LouiseKurylo for your reviews of the last chapter. I really appreciate your unfailing support. Thanks to everyone who's reading these drabbles. I hope you like this one.
The letter from Pete lies on the counter that Jane's leaning against, his hands holding tight, as his body absorbs the news. A memory's playing itself out. Jane's passing him tools as the carnival sets up at another location. With both hands Jane struggles to lift the huge hammer. He watches him struggle and then reaches out and takes it, ruffling his hair tenderly as he does so.
As Jane comes out of his reverie he sees a sad smile reflected in the glass of the microwave, it's the only truly happy memory he has of his now deceased father.