Lilah froze. “It’s him. It’s really him. He’s beautiful. Daddy, isn’t he beautiful?” At the center of the tent stood an older man with a noticeable paunch and an oversized handlebar mustache. He was dressed head to toe in khaki. A brightly colored bird perched on his arm. Nate cleared his throat, probably to hide a laugh. “Do you mean the bird or Duke?” “Both,” Lilah said, her eyes wide with excitement. She grabbed Nate’s arm and pulled him toward the object of her affection. “Let’s go.” “I thought I could steal Perci away for a little,” Phee said. “Daddy, hurry up!” Nate waved us off. “Take
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