CHAPTER 51
"You'd better start your Christmas shopping early this year, Duke," I teased. "And you have so many birthdays to remember! When your kids start having kids you could have more descendants than Brigham Young--and he had fifty-five wives."
I was enjoying this way too much. It was the ideal parenting role for Duke, all the fun and none of the responsibility, the ultimate Disney Dad. Rusty had gone home so it was just the two of us. Duke was still absorbing the news that he had as many kids as Genghis Khan without being an invading marauder. He looked like he too had entered a parallel universe.
I interrupted his reverie. "Are you okay? This is good news, right?"
Duke nodded slowly. "It's a lot to take in. I'm ashamed to say I never once wondered if I had any kids runnin' around
