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“Dad?” Susan flipped on a light in the living room. “What are you doing sitting here in the dark before sunrise?”

“I was just remembering when your Mother and I used to visit.” Henry smiled at her from his seat. “No matter how early we got up the kids were always awake and ready to do the Easter egg hunt.”

“You didn’t hide eggs, did you?” Susan looked quickly around the room. “I don’t think teenagers would bother looking for them.”

“I’m nostalgic but not forgetful. I remember you stopped wanting to do Easter egg hunts when you were about Jason’s age.”