Monday came and I got to sleep the morning away. Grampa too. We were the two slowest to move but not the last to shower. That would be Dave and Noah, who both had worked up a sweat.
Mom and Dad let Grampa take us to lunch, saying that they would eat something quick from the hotel so they could keep working. We found a restaurant just down the block to try and it was more than good. The best cheese ravioli I ever had. I even asked Noah for the two that he couldn't finish and he easily said yes.
Dave didn't give me the chance to glance at his plate. He smiled as he patted his stomach. "I can eat all my food, Jake. I'm no rookie like Noah."
Noah rolled his eyes as he waved a piece of bread at him. "It's called different preferences. I'm all about the bread. This shit be good. Especially when it's fresh out of the oven."
Grampa knocked once on the table. "Language. I don't want you thinking it's okay to talk like that in front of your mother."
