I still heard the three of them get up and get ready in the morning, but I kept my eyes clothes and my breathing steady.
"You better be first in the garage." Noah stated while slapping my bedding.
I groaned and rolled over.
"That's some form of acknowledgment." Dave laughed.
The three continued to make noise for another minute or two before it became dead silent. I took advantage and slept another half hour before stretching and forcing myself to get up. I brushed my teeth and changed into workout shorts and an old shirt of Kyle's. He had passed on all of his clothes that no longer fit into mine and Noah's section last night.
Downstairs, Mom and Grampa were both hard at work in the kitchen. I paused in the doorway and listened to them talking about Kyle.
"He's 18, Mary. He's an adult whether you like it or not." Grampa sighed.
