I asked, "Emmett, do you have any questions?" I liked that better than "do you understand," which can feel confrontational.
He looked at me. "Where do we go next time?"
I grinned at him. "Someplace with a little more challenge to it than Day Mountain. Let’s talk to Ken about it tomorrow. He knows the island really well. And by the way," I said, pointing to his jeans, "those might not be the worst pants to hike in, but they’re close. We need to get you something better for hiking."
Jennifer smiled at me and said, "Okay, Emmett, let’s get you home."
As we approached the cars I asked, "Emmett, how did you get your boots?"
"Whaddya mean?"
"Weren’t they in Ken’s office?"
He shook his head. "I been wearing ‘em all the time. Gotta make sure they’re broke in."
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