“And if it’s two?”

His jaw moved.

“Then you’ll find out what I’m like when I’m not being generous.”

I got in.

The Buick caught on the second turn of the key.

Above the garage door, a small white camera shifted a few degrees on its mount and stopped.

I backed down the driveway without turning my head and didn’t look at him again until the road bent.

“Uncle Mike,” she said from the back.