Everyone went to Peter’s condo. Eventually, Cody and Moe went to bed. The adults sat around the table sipping coffee or tea. George looked at Russell and smiled. “Your nephew is the spitting image of your brother, at his age. When I came in the arrival gate and saw you all standing there, I thought I was seeing my first-born son. The resemblance is remarkable. I’m so proud of you, taking on this responsibility. The boy will do well with you and Peter.”
“And you and Bernice, Dad. He needs as much family in his life as we can give. For seven years, he’d lived from place to place, and never ate properly. Had people treat him bad, and that’s what his normal is. We need to make the transition as stress-free as we can. I’m so glad you’re here. He can go visit his grandpa, and then come home to
