My ten-year-old son had spent six weeks talking about a basketball game he was barely strong enough to attend.

“Do you think Mr. Brooks will dunk?”

I looked up from buttoning his jacket.

“Mr. Brooks is forty-eight.”

Matthew grinned.

“That doesn’t mean no.”

I laughed.

“Fair point.”

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