Dave knew his twin well. Not even twenty minutes after the text, Kyle was running into the house, shouting. "Dad! Mom! Dad! Is it true? Am I really going to meet an agent tomorrow??"
We were just finishing dinner, eating the last of the rolls.
"Yes." Dad answered with a nod. "I was telling your brothers; plan to wear something nice."
"Of course!" Kyle sat down at the table and started to ask his questions. "What's his name? Where's he coming from? The Bay Area like Jeremy and Rose? Is this their friend? Or just an acquaintance?"
Noah got up and so did I. We already knew that Dad didn't know much. It was better to escape Kyle's rambling and save ourselves the headache. Unfortunately, we shared a room with him and couldn't completely escape. Going to sleep with him talking about tomorrow wasn't the best of lullabies, but at least he wasn't terribly loud.
The next morning however...
