My daughter pulled on my beach cover-up and said quietly, ‘Mommy, Daddy Told Me Not to Tell You What He and Uncle Jim Did in Our Hotel Room’

he and I. Two against the world since we were kids.

“You doing okay?” I asked, softer.

“Better now that I’m here.” He looked at Bruce, and something passed between them, a quiet flicker I couldn’t quite read. “You picked a good spot.”

“Guy talk?” I teased.

“I am happy.”

Bruce laughed, but the laugh landed a beat late.

“Just guy talk.”

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