Tommy asked him the thing he needed to ask.

“Why did you bring Leo to Grandma’s party?” “I wanted the family to meet him,” Joe said.

“No,” Tommy said, not unkindly, just clearly.

“You wanted everyone to see that he was the better grandson.

The healthy one.

Grandma looked at him like he was finally the right kid.” Joe shook his head, but my son held his ground.

“I don’t hate Leo.

Leo’s three.