“Is it about Miss Abby? Mom says you like her.” Ethan shot a glare at his sister, who held up her hands innocently. “Hey, don’t look at me. Kids pick up on everything.” Sighing, he crouched down to Timmy’s level. “Yeah, it’s about Miss Abby. But you don’t need to worry about that, okay? How about we focus on these races instead?” Timmy’s face lit up. “Okay! But Uncle Ethan?” “Yeah, buddy?” “I think Miss Abby likes you, too. She always smiles real big when she sees you.”
