But you’re coming over Sunday night.

That’s not a request.”

“For what?” Zachary said, arms crossed, but something in him had loosened; you could see it.

“Because the boys are going to talk your ear off about every fish they catch, whether you like it or not,” Lucas said, and he laughed — that big warm laugh that used to fill our whole house — “and they’ll be crushed if their uncle’s not there to hear about the big one that got away.”

Zachary almost smiled.