She kept checking on me and asking me how I was doing. But she treated me like a grown-up. She didn’t bring me one of those dumb connect-the-dots books or a plastic wings pin that they always give to kids on planes. And she kept slipping me extra bags of peanuts, even though she wasn’t supposed to.
“Why are you visiting your uncle?” Nancy asked. “Just for fun?”
I nodded. “I did it last summer, too,” I told her. “It was really awesome! But this year, Uncle Ben has been dig