“What do you mean by that wasn’t all, Ace?” I asked, trying to force a smile, but it only made him grin wider. 

I shoved him a little with his shoulder. 

“Come on, tell me,” I said. “What happened? What do you remember, Ace?” 

Still, no answer. Just his boyish grin was plastered all over his face. But that didn’t stop me from asking. I asked and asked and asked again. 

“What do you mean that wasn’t all?” I asked again for maybe the tenth ...