I was on my knees in the dirt planting lettuce when my 16-year-old found me. He seemed a little disheveled. I sat back on my heels at looked at him.
“The good news,” he said, “is that I didn’t go though anything but the door.”
“Uh huh.” Warily, I asked, “What door would that be?”
“Tony’s garage door,” he answered. “But it isn’t as bad as it sounds. See, . . . ”
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