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It was Saturday. Joseph was in the laundry room with Dale. Like most weekends Joseph was home, John Redcorn was nowhere to be seen.
“Now, your mom may be working late, but I can do laundry with as much finesse as she can,” Dale said, reaching for a bottle of detergent. “This is the one we pour in?”
“I think so,” Joseph said. “Hey, Dad?”
“Yeah?”
“Are you happy? With Mr. Redcorn staying here?”
“What do you know about that?”
“Dad.”
“You’re too smart for your own good. And I am happy. Your mom and I both are.”
“Okay. Good.”