Marcus shook his head.
Dad winked. “You’ll see.” Uncle Tom arrived in a rattling blue truck. In the back: two old bicycle frames, a bucket of rusted chains, and a cardboard box full of wrenches. Marcus shook his head
Marcus looked at his father flipping burgers, ordinary and heroic at once. a bucket of rusted chains
Uncle Tom wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Your dad and I used to build go-karts when we were your age.” while Dad grilled burgers
“What are we doing?” Marcus asked, pulling on his jeans.
Dad put his hand on Uncle Tom’s shoulder. “Life gets busy. But days like this? This is why we stay close.” Back home, while Dad grilled burgers, Uncle Tom sat with Marcus on the porch steps.