Saturday morning I woke up still dressed in the clothes from the night before. I rolled out of bed, grabbed some clean clothes, and hit the showers, completely ignoring the snores coming from Noah. He went to bed slightly before me and even slept on the ride home; he should be waking up soon.
When I came downstairs, only Zeke and Mr. Atkins were at the kitchen table.
"Mom went to a clients house." Zeke told me when he caught me looking at the slim pickings for breakfast. The only choices were bagels or cereal.
I took a seat and poured myself a bowl of cereal with milk.
"We'll have lunch a little sooner today, so don't eat too much." Mr. Atkins explained.
I raised an eyebrow.
"Today's the baseball banquet."
I stared at him blankly before focusing on my food. I vaguely remember a few mentions of the word banquet but I didn't know what it entailed.
