boots, and set four black checkers in a neat line.
“You take the red side today, buddy,” Travis said, tapping Mason’s knee. “Show me if you can jump three in a row like last Sunday.”
Mason sat up straight, his heel kicking against the base of the couch frame as he reached for a smooth wooden piece. “Did you bring the cream ones from the store?”
“Brought two cream ones and a pink one with sprinkles,” Travis said, sliding a black checker forward on the red square. “The pink one is for your sister when she gets her gym bag packed.”
He leaned back against the skirt of the armchair, resting one big hand flat on the carpet. He looked completely at ease, his shoulders loose under the stiff collar of his clean shirt.
Watching him laugh when Mason jumped his king, the knot in my middle began to slacken.
