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“What’s the big roller coaster called again?” the boy asked, yawning so widely his jaw popped.
“The Space Rocket,” Bruce said, although that didn’t sound right. Not that it mattered. The kid wasn’t going to tell anyone.
“I’m tired,” the boy said. “Why am I so tired? I sleep all the time when I’m with you.”
“I guess it’s still not enough,” he said. “I guess you need more sleep.”
And the boy would be getting it soon.
The boy sat next to him on the bed. He’d been good so far, aside from a few moments of sniveling, and he’d been pretty self-contained. But now, unexpectedly, the boy leaned against him. “Are you telling the truth? About mom and dad waiting for us at Disney World?”
Bruce bristled. “Are you calling me a liar?”
The boy, oblivious to nonverbal cues, placed both hands on t
