Dinner was a weird kind of quiet without the twins. Noah told his parents what we did all day. He also made a few hints that I wanted to ask them something, but I didn't speak up. I already told Dad, and I could only tell Noah that after dinner.
"You're too shy." Noah told me as we prepared for bed. "It's not like any of us would have made a big deal out of it. The twins aren't even here."
I shrugged. "I felt more comfortable asking one-on-one than at the table." Dad makes me feel more comfortable and I rather not make Mom cry again.
"What'd he say?"
"That he would find a dermatologist for me." I explained to him how Dad thought that a simple cream wouldn't be enough.
"Yea, leave it to the professionals" Noah agreed. He yawned. "Man, I hope tomorrow's game is a good one."
I smirked in the dark. "You don't like playing for fun?"
