“Of course, buddy,” I promised. “And if you’re not having fun, you just tell me, and we’ll leave. Deal?” I hoped I wouldn’t have to follow through.

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### The Barbecue

The gathering was already in full swing when we arrived. My father, spatula in one hand and beer in the other, strode over. “There’s my grandson! Getting bigger every time I see him.” He went to ruffle Lucas’s hair, but Lucas flinched, clutching Mr. Bamboo closer. My father’s smile tightened. “Still carrying around that stuffed toy, huh? Time to put those away soon, sport.”