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“Want to go for a bike ride?”
At the kitchen table, Holly shook her head and pushed Fruit Loops around her cereal bowl. Normally, she devoured Fruit Loops as if they were candy in cereal form, which they basically were. Kevin was at the stove, cooking himself some eggs, which she’d also turned down.
“I just found out there’s an ice skating rink in town. Want to check it out?”
“Dad, you don’t have to plan activities for me. I’m not a kid anymore.”
Kevin’s heart twisted at that statement, which was part defiant, part wistful. “You’re still my kid,” he pointed out. “How am I supposed to do kid stuff without you? A grown man going to see Moana alone, yeah, that’s probably not happening.”
At least that got a sort-of smile out of her. “Which is a pretty sad statement about our society,
