"Hey, maybe we could take pictures of the yard after dinner. For Mom," I said.

Darby stopped turning her glass of ice water in circles and glared down at her placemat. "Are you going to throw the camera at me?"

Dad reached for another slice. "Why would you ask that, Darby?"

"I swear on my life I won't throw anything at you," I said.

"Are you throwing things at your sister again?" Dad asked, his forehead creased.

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