When we got home, Dave didn't let Noah off despite his happy news. He pulled him into the backyard and urged him to get the catcher's gear on. It was his turn for a bullpen session, but Noah didn't mind. He liked to play no matter what it was.
Mom came out of the office downstairs just as Kyle and I were about to go up to our room. "Where's Noah?"
"Backyard with Dave." Kyle pointed.
Mom glanced out and saw them getting work in. She smiled and looked back to us. "Okay, well I'm thinking about going out for dinner so I might have to cut them short today. You boys go shower and then I'll call them in for their turn after."
Kyle nodded. "Sure. Where are we going for dinner?"
"The steakhouse on the coast." She told us. "Grampa and your dad already know. They're at the store now, but they'll be back soon." She glanced at the backyard before lowering her voice. "Zeke said he'll meet us there."
