"Like what?" Noah tried to peek at his texts.
Dave clicked his phone so the screen turned black. "You'll know later."
"When?"
"I'll tell you after dinner."
"So it's happening?" Kyle smiled at his twin.
"Yep! I got the confirmation."
They continued talking in code, not letting me and Noah in on what was happening. It continued all afternoon too, putting Noah on edge. By the time Mr. Atkins was prepared to leave with his wife and oldest son, Noah was fidgeting nonstop, eager for an answer. He obviously couldn't handle suspense or surprises.
Even after the three left for the airport in the evening, the twins continued to keep their secret until we reheated our take-home meals and sat down and ate.
"We're going out tonight!" Kyle said suddenly, just as we picked up our forks to eat.
"Out?" I asked.
"To where?" Noah was more specific.
Dave smirked. "If you can guess correctly with three chances, you can come too. Otherwise, we'll just leave you here."
