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Caspian

“You don’t have to do that,” I said for the fourteen-thousandth tiht

“Caspian Foster, you are my one and only son, so if I decide toto do with it We both know I do as I da me the kind of raised eyebrow that would have sent London and I running for the fields ere kids

“Yes, ainst the counter of the kitchen I’d grown up in

“You can at leastto drink,” she muttered, but there was a smile on her face

She’d been sh the door, and it only served to remind me that I needed to visit more often It wasn’t that I didn’t lovebusier every year, even during the offseason

Hell, the only reason I was ho next week My baby sister wasone of litz and gla had offered her and chosen to swear her undying love in the saht here in Cherry Creek, Iowa

“Apple juice?” I asked, getting several glasses out of the cupboard

“You know it” She kept at the sandwiches, but her attention julasses of juice London and Sterling were in town doing so that had to do with the cake, so it was just Mom, Dad, and me for lunch

“Are you sure he doesn’t need help out there?” I asked, looking into the fields where Dad had disappeared a couple of hours ago

“We both know he’s just out there killing time” She rolled her eyes “It’s called a hobby fare club with the ladies, he pretends he knows his way around a combine on the weekends We all have our little diversions”

By bridge club, she ht, but I didn’t say a word