A thrill ran through every inch of Lyle’s body. Vaughn had asked, not just assumed that Lyle would follow blindly. “I wouldn’t miss it,” Lyle told him with a grin. “I’ll go get changed.”
* * * *
The day that followed was a blur of roller coasters, water rides, and Hannah and Isaac’s delighted screams. A big dopey grin had pasted itself on Lyle’s face, and more than once he saw a similar one on his father’s. They ate French fries and hamburgers and teased Randy and Henry mercilessly over their leaner choices of wraps (no dressing, please). There was dunking of the little ones in the wave pool until Lyle had received the whistle-of-death and a sharp reprimand from an overly concerned, overeager lifeguard that looked to be about fifteen years old and ninety pounds soaking wet. Lyle had stop
