Chapter 21Dad looked down at his smoking barbecue grill crowded with everybody’s choice of meat. He had everything going on there, from chicken to lamb chops. “Just the mushrooms and peppers?” he asked, giving me look that was halfway between concerned and confused. “But that’s not a meal.” He glanced over my shoulder at Derek, who was sitting on the back veranda, with Spence on his lap. “He never eats any meat at all? Not even a little piece of chicken or—”
“Don’t worry, Dad.” I laughed and rubbed his shoulder. “He eats a lot of different things that have protein, okay? I mean, look at him. Does he look like he’s gonna keel over?”
Still, Dad wasn’t too convinced. “And we’re gonna eat this in front of you two?”
“Yeah, like savages.” I raised my glass of sangria to him. “Skål. Thank you
