The Price Of Us
"Your uncle’s feeling a bit weak today."
She drew a shocked breath as if I'd said something blasphemous. "So, it’s true! Mommy said you got hurt being stupid again."
I swallowed a sigh. "Did she, now?
A more restrained shuffle came behind her, and Emilio entered more cautiously. His arms were full of what looked like half a dozen drawings.
"I drew things for you, Uncle" he mumbled.
"Did you?" I said as I took the pages and looked at them. His drawings were a mix of smudged markers, lots of red, and some vaguely tank-shaped blobs. I smiled even though it didn’t make sense. "This is just what I needed."
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