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On Sundays, the Knight brothers liked to barbecue. Now that there were women in the family, the barbecues had expanded to include things like fruit salad and dessert. Sometimes even green salad, Lord help them. For some reason, Ben always cooked the burgers even though he was arguably the worst at it.
“Never fear,” he told them all as he hunched over the grill behind the farmhouse where Tobias, Carolyn and Sarah now lived. “I’ve consulted some cookbooks and I think I have it down now. No more charcoal burgers from Ben Knight.”
“End of an era.” With a beer bottle, Tobias saluted Ben from his lawn chair, where he sat with legs akimbo, hand interlaced with Carolyn’s. Only Sarah was missing; she was taking a nap upstairs. They all wore hats and scarves on this winter Sunday, because no b
