The ride home was awkwardly quiet. The only sound came from the radio playing today's hits. Grampa sat up front next to Dave, who drove us back safely. Noah and I actually sat in the middle row while Kyle took up the back by himself.
As we got closer to home, Grampa looked back to see only me awake. "Can't sleep?"
I shrugged. "Harder to fall asleep than to stay asleep."
He laughed. "Yea, it'll change on you when you get old like me." He glanced back again. "You're not still feeling tense from the boy's spat, are you?"
I glanced at the sleeping Noah.
