Monday morning rolled around and the family was gathered once more around the table. The twins, Noah, and I were all dressed for a day of baseball. Mom and Dad were dressed for work. And Zeke...was still in pajamas. It was a novel sight.
"Are you going to drive us to camp in your pajamas..?" Noah asked, really surprised.
I ate my eggs in silence.
"Why would he take us?" Dave asked.
"Yea, we can drive." Kyle added.
Noah made a face of disgust before looking at Zeke. "You aren't going to come? Play a little? Maybe coach like you did for the Stanford camp?"
Zeke shook his head.
Noah squinted. "Then...what are you going to do?"
Zeke shrugged. "Enjoy my last few days of summer break. Pick out my fall classes. Get a jump on my school reading. Might go on a jog to the beach."
Noah kept blinking like he couldn't recognize his brother anymore.
"Hurry up and eat." Kyle told Noah. "Otherwise you'll be running to practice."
