Chapter 87

Who was that, Daddy?

That was your papa.

Papa? His face brightened like a faucet of sunshine had been turned on.

He wants to see you.

Really?

You want to go?

Sure!

They’re going to have a picnic at the park.

His mom and dad are going to be there too?

Yes.

He smiled.

I miss him. Is he okay?

You can ask him yourself.

Daddy?

What?

When are we going back home?

We’re not.

Why?

It’s a long story. 63: It’s a Frisbee Thing

We took Eli along since his brother Josh was being a “booger breath” and went to hang out with his friends, leaving Eli at loose ends.

“Papa!” Noah exclaimed when we arrived and found the Ledbetters at a picnic table. Noah went running to throw himself into Jackson’s arms. Jackson scooped him up and whirled him around, and I felt something twinge in my heart. Jealousy, perhaps. Bitterness, more likely.

“There you are,” Mrs. Ledbetter said brightly. “Is this another one of your children?”

“This is Eli, one of my brother Bill’s,” I said.