A True History Book TwoChapter 4
I got up before everyone else did, making breakfast like I used to do. Toby came out of his room. “Can I help with anything, Dad ... Cal ... I mean...” “Whatever you feel like calling me, Toby, is fine with me.” “Thanks, Dad. You ... feel more like a Dad to me than a brother, if that makes sense. I’ve...” He paused, then started again. “Grandpa has been talking to me a little more than he usually does. Mostly, before, it was just to keep me out of trouble, because he knows I’m different. I...