Maybe it’s the hardware, but William strikes me as a straight-up kind of guy. No cream or sugar here.
“My grandma used to tell me that coffee stunts your growth. Is that true?”
As the words leave my mouth, it occurs to me that I’m talking to someone now a fraction of their former size, packed into a traveling container. Awk-ward.
Dad comes back, before I step in it any further.
“That was the mechanic,” he says, taking a seat. “The van’s going to be ready this afternoon.”
“Really???” I beam.
“Really, and then we can be on the road.”
“Sweet!” I cheerily raise a toast to William’s coffee cup.
Dad casts me a disapproving frown. “Did you learn nothing last night?”
“Now, wait,” I begin. “In my own defense, just let me explain.” Glancing around the restaurant, I point out, “These people
