Mark walked toward us with a kind smile on his face and his hands behind his back. Suddenly, I was at a loss for what to do. It was bad to talk about people behind their backs, and I was caught in the act.
“You're here,” I mumbled without calling him Dad. That form of address was still too difficult for me.
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