Ken and Atchity
I met Scott only once, and it was a lovely, hearty experience like a one-time encounter with a male Tinkerbell that you’re not quite sure you saw. But I felt I knew him by reflection, in his effect on Alan and in Alan’s unwavering love for him. I can’t imagine what it feels like to be walking around with a hole in your heart, but his memory will one day almost fill that hole.