After Zeke's departure for his run, Mr. Atkins dragged the twins to the office to start paying for their summer activities. Mrs. Atkins started to clear off the table as Noah and I went back upstairs to change out of our pajamas.
"Are you sure you don't want to do any camps?" I asked Noah. "You don't have to miss out because of me."
Noah sighed as we reached our room. "It's fine. It's not because of you. I don't usually do camps. I've always done summer ball. Last year, I only did the high school summer camp." He put his head in the closet to look for clothes.
"But you can do something new...?" I suggested.
He pulled out sweatpants and a clean shirt. "I am! Zeke said we can go to the Stanford camp with him. That's new! Kind of cool too." He headed for the door. "I'll go get dressed in the bathroom. You can change here." He left.
