Parker fists a hand into my shirt. “Are you leaving?” he asks. “Just getting the shopping.” He chews on his lip, glancing at Jack’s back as he fiddles with the washer. I can’t help but laugh. “Parks, buddy, it was your idea to let him come over.” “Well, yeah, but…but I’m coming with you to get the groceries. You shouldn’t leave me alone with a stranger. I’m nine.”
