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PATRICK
I checked my phone for the tenth time on Sunday afternoon. Still nothing from Goldie. I’d been texting her all day to make sure things were going as planned and hadn’t heard back from her. I volunteered to help out, but after taking half a day off on Friday, she insisted on the rest of us taking the weekend off. It was a small event, local restaurants and fun for the kids. It was supposed to be over by early evening. So why wasn’t she returning my texts?
“Uncle Patrick, watch!” Henry shouted, drawing my attention.
I shoved my phone away and pasted a smile on my face. “I’m watching.”
Henry repeated his actions for me with the other adults in the room looking at me instead of the six-year-old who was entertaining us. I glared at them when Henry wasn’t looking, then clapped fo
