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“You’re welcome. And you can probably dispense with the ‘sirs.’ You made your point.”

Danny grinned at me and sat down with his coffee.

“Navy plays Army tomorrow at the Rose Bowl,” Harold said as he opened the sports section. “Are you a football fan?”

We made small talk until Sabrina brought in glasses of orange juice. Jim joined us a minute later. Rich and Terry arrived as well, fresh from the shower.

I felt a bit guilty that the women were all working in the kitchen and we were relaxing with coffee, juice, and the newspaper.

A snarky part of me wondered if women’s lib had bypassed the Carmichael clan, but I kept my mouth shut.

Virginia and Amber trooped in with platters of food, followed by the other girls and two boys I hadn’t met yet. The younger boy, John, hopped into Harold’s lap. His older brother, Steven, set down a tray of sausage and returned to the kitchen.

The women joined us a minute later with the rest of breakfast. The dining room table could seat twelve, but the older girls and Steven headed back to the kitchen and the table there.

Grace climbed into her father’s lap. She was seven but looked younger because she was so small.

Christy leaned toward me. “My mom says she looks just like me when I was her age.”

We passed plates and loaded them from whatever platter was nearest. The conversation picked up as we began eating.

The stereotype in my head was that the Admiral would run breakfast like a staff meeting, asking individual family members for reports or situation updates.

The reality was far more endearing.

Harold pushed his scrambled eggs and hash browns into small mounds and cut up several sausage links. Then he made a game of feeding his grandson by racing the sausage pieces through the valleys and over the mounds. Sometimes the sausage-racer “crashed,” so they had to demolish a mound and eat it too.

Anne, Lynne, and Sabrina discussed the menu for Thanksgiving dinner.

I sat back and people-watched until I realize that Christy was doing the same to me.

She smiled ear-to-ear when I looked at her.

“All right,” I said as though it was a grudging admission, “they’re pretty awesome.”

She beamed. “I knew you’d love them.”

I caught Anne looking at us. She nodded once and then returned her attention to Lynne and Sabrina.

A part of me had been worried that I’d stand out or be the center of attention (or worse). But they more or less ignored me. No, that wasn’t true.

They treated me like I was already part of the family.