Chapter 10 - Forever and Always

The summer sun was setting over our backyard, casting long, golden shadows across the lawn where Holly was currently attempting to teach our golden retriever how to catch a frisbee with spectacularly unsuccessful results.
Brandon and I sat on the wooden deck, two glasses of iced tea resting on the table between us. The air smelled of freshly cut grass, blooming hydrangeas, and the faint, delicious scent of burgers grilling on the patio.
"Marcus called today," Brandon said, taking a sip of his tea. "The final restructuring of the Vance Foundation is officially complete. We've set up three full-ride scholarship endowments for single-parent families in the tri-state area, all managed independently."
I smiled, leaning back in my patio chair and kicking my feet up onto the ottoman. "Your grandfather would be proud, Brandon. You turned a weapon into a legacy of actual good."
"He would have," Brandon agreed, looking out across the lawn toward Holly, who was currently laughing as the retriever knocked her over into the grass. "He always hated how cold Gene made that house. He tried to fix it, I think. That’s why he left the safety net in place for the day someone finally had the courage to pull the trigger."
"It took a seven-year-old girl with a gold dress to do it," I chuckled softly.
"She’s tougher than both of us combined," Brandon said, his face softening with an expression of infinite, abiding pride.
The screen door slid open, and Holly bounded out onto the deck, her knees slightly grass-stained, her dark hair slightly messy from running around in the summer breeze. She walked straight up to Brandon, climbed uninvited onto his lap, and wrapped her arms tightly around his neck.
"Dad," she said seriously.
"Yeah, munchkin?"
"Do we have to go to any more fancy dinners with people who don't give us place cards?"
Brandon laughed, wrapping both arms around her and kissing the top of her head. "Absolutely not. From now on, the only dinner rules in this house are that you can eat dessert first if you finish your vegetables, and everyone’s name is written in permanent marker on the fridge."
Holly grinned, satisfied with the arrangement, and buried her face in his shoulder.
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"Good," she murmured, her eyelids drooping as the exhaustion of a long summer day caught up with her. "Because I like this family better."
"Me too, kiddo," Brandon whispered, looking past her head to meet my eyes across the deck as the last rays of the summer sun dipped below the horizon, bathing us in a warm, unbroken golden light. "Me too. Forever and always."