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Chapter Forty

“Here goes nothing,”Tracy said as I leaned in to ring the bell.

“We’re going to McDonald’s,” Daphne told her.

“Lucky you,” Tracy said, and seemed to mean it. Normally, the mere suggestion of a Big Mac was enough to activate Tracy’s gag reflex. Clearly she was as nervous about this meeting as I was. “You’re really sure he has no idea we were here this week?” she whispered.

“You’rethe one who talked to him,” I reminded her. “Did he sound angry?”

“He always sounds angry.”

“More than usual?”

“Hard to tell.”

“Guess we’re about to find out,” I said as the door opened.

Our father stood on the other side, looking very dapper in a pair of black pants and matching black turtleneck sweater. “Well, well,” he said, smiling toward Sam and Daphne. “What a nice surprise. Who have we here?”

“I’m Daphne!”

He crouched down on one knee. “Daphne, huh? Do I know you?” He looked up at me and winked.

“Did he just wink?” Tracy whispered in my ear.

“You’re my grandpa, silly,” Daphne told him.

“I am?”

“You’remygrandpa, too,” said Sam.

“And who might you be?”

“I’m Samuel Bishop.”

“Samuel Bishop…Samuel Bishop. The name is vaguely familiar.”

“I’m your grandson.”

“Well, in that case,” my father said, “I guess you’d better come in.” He ushered them inside.

“We’re going to McDonald’s,” Daphne informed him. “I’m going to have Chicken McNuggets and fries.”

“I’m going to have a Big Mac and fries,” Sam said.

“Nothing like McDonald’s fries,” my father agreed. “Come in. Come in.” He motioned Tracy and me inside and closed the door.

“Do you think he’s had a stroke?” Tracy muttered.

“Can we ride in the elevator?” Daphne asked.

“Do you remember how to operate it?”

“I do!” said Sam. “You just press the button.”

“There you go,” my father said. “Take your coats off first.”

“Where do we put them?” Sam called over his shoulder, his coat already dangling from one arm.

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