He squeezed me to him, his gray eyes laughing. “I brought you something.” He pulled out a folded piece of lined paper and held it in front of me. New Plan Get Awesome Cosmic Powers. Nuke my dad. Retire from the land-claiming business. Below in his handwriting, he’d added several lines. Get married and start a family. Have children. Hopefully not screw them up too badly. Live a life we’re proud of.
