Beau pushed a hand through his tangle of curls and scratched restlessly at the nape of his neck. “That’s gotta be the lawyer,” he said to Lisa, nodding his chin in the direction of an older man, mid-fifties, wearing a pale blue polo shirt and khakis with loafers on his sockless feet.
“Great,” his niece said. She rearranged the presents on the table for the fifth time in as many minutes. She kept one eye on Zach, who was banging plastic blocks together in the baby pen that Vin had set up. Lisa had managed to convince him to give over eating the grass by clipping a pacifier onto his shirt with a short cord, but Zach was almost reluctant to take it up. Grass, after all, was something new and exciting.
Vin, who had not grown up surrounded by siblings, cousins, nieces and nephews, and neighbo
