I’ve never seen someone as happy as Peter when we drove up to the abandoned cobbler shop with
“Only one person in the world at a time may know the secret to life,
and I was chosen.”
I waited as he went in.
I’ve never seen anyone as disappointed as Peter when he came back to the car. He stared out his
window as we drove.
I assumed he’d been swindled,
but then he turned to me.
“Once you know the secret to life,
the world loses its magic.”
They found Peter dead a week later.