My son texted, “Cancel dinner,” but when I got to the restaurant, I found them eating secretly without me, and I was paying. I didn’t yell. I smiled, asked the manager for a minute, and brought out a “surprise” that made all the plates stop in mid-air.

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“I always knew you were smart.” I pour his tea. “Your grandfather would be proud of you.”

Reed is silent for a moment, staring out the window at the old apple tree. I know what he’s thinking. George taught him to climb it when he was only seven.

Wesley yelled that we’d never do the kid any good.

And George just laughed.

A boy’s got to be able to fall down and get up.

“Grandma, have you decided what you’re going to wear on Friday?” Reed suddenly asks, returning to the pie.

“Friday?” I look at him, puzzled. “What’s going to be on Friday?”

Reed freezes with his fork in the air. A strange expression appears on his face, a mixture of surprise and confusion.

“Dinner. It’s dad and mom’s wedding anniversary. Thirty years. They have reservations at Willow Creek. Didn’t daddy tell you?”

I slowly sit down across from him, feeling something chill inside.