Terence took a package of ground beef out of the grocery bag, knowing it was for the cookout tonight. But he also knew that Filibos did not eat beef. “Dad, about the hamburgers...” he began.
“Don't worry.” replied his father. “I didn't forget about Filibos.” He held a package of ground turkey. Terence smiled. “Thanks, Dad.” But then he had another thought. “Dad, it doesn't bother you if Filibos spends the night, does it? I mean, he doesn't make your nervous, does he?”
“Of course not, son. He's your friend and he also defends you. We're glad you have a friend like him, because we know it's been tough for you to find friends in the past...and that kids used to pick on you.”
Terence nodded. No one picked on him today...not other kids, not teachers or any other adults. Even if Filibos wasn't right there, he always knew what was going on with Terence, and acted if he felt it was necessary.
Terence put the beef and turke