Luther serves himself another stack of pancakes, the blueberry ones this time. And as I listen to my dad tell me about a phone call he had yesterday, I watch Luther eat. He’s a little slower this time, but he still finishes his second round of pancakes in under a minute. When he’s done, he once again lifts his gaze to meet mine. Dad is still gabbing, eyes on his mug as he pours himself more coffee, so I point to the final platter and mouth, My favorite, before Dad looks up. Luther uses the spatula to slide three of the banana pancakes onto his plate.
