Wendy carried in her skateboard, sweaty hair matted to her head.
“Hi, Gramps,” she said.
Chuck turned from the TV and smiled at her.
“You’re watching golf?” Wendy cringed. “How can you watch golf? So effin boring.”
Her grandfather patted a chair. Wendy sat.
“You’re into philosophy, right? Perspective? Inner peace?”
“Of course,” Wendy said. “All that.”
“I can’…
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