“Yes, I would. You know, I always knew you had talent.”
Luke stood and fetched the scrapbook Coach Wells had put together. Then he lifted Ryan off the loveseat and sat down with her on his lap. He let her and his parents fill the Maxwells in on his accomplishments on the football field, content to listen.
After a while, when they broke out the rest of the family photo albums, he got up to put on some coffee and make some hot chocolate. The conversation continued in the living room, and he listened passively.
“Mind if I join you?” Allen asked, leaning against the side of the snack bar closest to the table, hopeful but uncertain.
“Not at all.”
Allen stepped into the kitchen, and watched him for a few minutes. “Are you sure this is what you want?”
“Yes. Why do you ask?”
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