“Pops!” Randy cried and threw his arms around him.
“Boy, what a squeeze you have!” Mr. Matthews grunted. “You’ve grown, Randy.”
When their prolonged greeting was over, Randy introduced his father to the Kentons. Ted’s hand was almost lost in the large, powerful grip of Mr. Matthews.
“You’re just in time for breakfast, Mr. Matthews,” Mrs. Kenton said.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve had a home-cooked meal,” the man answered wistfully. “I’d like to join you.”
As they were eating, Dr. Matthews heard the story of his son’s adoption by the Kentons. Then he said, “I can’t thank you folks enough for taking care of my boy just as if he were one of your own.”
“Pops!” Randy cried.
“Randy has been one of us,” Mrs. Kenton said warmly.
“What do you say about that?” his father asked. “Do you want to leave these nice people?”