Loren dashed out of the trees and onto the bald crown of the hill. Torina sat on a bench, her legs crossed and a book in her lap. "Oh, it's you."

"Who did you expect?" he asked. Before she could answer, Micah popped out of the jungle growth and tackled him to the ground.

"Grandpa, am I?" He ground his knuckles into the teen's head.

"Hey! No noogies!" Loren shrieked, laughing.

Torina stood and surveyed them. "What are you doing?"

"I'm teaching this ...