“They fit perfectly,” Ben said.

Inside the kitchen, my phone started vibrating against the laminate counter next to the sink.

The screen lit up with Mark’s name and his high school administrative caller ID.

It buzzed six times, went quiet for four seconds, and started buzzing again.

Daisy looked through the screen door at the vibrating phone, holding her wooden basket by both wire handles.

“Is Dad coming back from the lake tonight?” she asked.