“He’ll find out the first time he tries to pay for three luxury suites at the hotel desk,” I said.

Daisy laughed out in the yard as Ben missed the ball, his taped shoe slipping a little on the green grass.

“I’m taking Ben to the shoe store tomorrow morning before track tryouts,” I said quietly.

Grace reached out and pressed her hand firmly against my wrist for three long seconds before pulling back.

“The soup is hot,” Grace said, standing up and dusting off her canvas apron.

“Bring the children in before the noodles get soft.”