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“Not yet,” I said. “I’m not “I stopped, “Cameron has been managing so much. Because of me, because of all of it. I’m not ready to hand him one more thing I’m responsible for giving him.”
“He wouldn’t see it as-” Lucian started.
“I know he wouldn’t,” I said. “That’s part of why I’m not ready. Because he’d take it on completely and I don’t want to be the reason for that right now.”
I looked at the swings, at Drew doing the precise mechanics of swinging.
“I’m going to figure out how to get to Nick. I’m working on what that looks like. But I want it to be mine first. My plan, my reaching. Something I’ve done rather than something that’s been organized on my behalf.” I paused. “Does that make sense?”
“Yes,” Dante said. He’d been quiet through all of it, which was his own version but also the right kind of
version as well.
He didn’t say much but he understood more than he let on.
“It makes sense,” Lucian said as well as I turned to look at him as he continued speaking.
“I won’t say anything to him.”
“Thank you,” I said.
We were quiet for a moment.
Lake had gotten off the swings and was running toward us with the momentum of someone who had remembered that food existed. Drew was still swinging, slightly, precisely, his face turned up toward the sky with the expression of someone examining something.
“Drew’s going to want to know about the ducks,” Dante said. “Specifically whether mallards migrate.”
“Do they?” I asked.
“Some do,” he said. “Some stay. He’s going to have opinions about which ones should do which.”
“Dad, I have a question about the ducks, during migration “he said getting to his father as Dante gave me a look that clearly screamed, ‘i told you so’
“The ducks stay,” I told him.
‘The ones in this park. The winter is usually mild enough.”
He looked at me. “You looked it up?”
“Lucian did,” I said. “Last November, when Lake asked.”
Drew considered this carefully not expecting that someone would have this looked up before he could ask it. Then he looked at Lucian with the direct assessment.
‘Thank you,” he said, with complete seriousness.
‘Of course,” Lucian said, receiving the thanks with equal seriousness.

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