ass.”
“Dylan Jacob Warren, what did you just say?” Barbara Warren entered her kitchen
with a stunned look on her face.
Dylan grew bright red. “Oh, hi, Mom. We were just waiting here to meet you for
breakfast. And I was, ah, giving Gage some advice.”
She eyed the three of them like the troublemakers they were. “Well, Gage, at least
you didn’t ask Derrick for advice. He’s the king of uncommitted.”
“Hey.” Derrick looked wounded for all of three seconds, and then he grinned. “Want
me to do the eggs?”
“Oh, just sit over there with your brothers. You can pour me a cup of coffee though.”
Gage settled onto a stool as he and his brothers watched their mother cook. It had
become a tradition for them to gather once a week, usually Saturdays when possible, in
their parents’ home for a meal. Personally, Gage loved the idea. He had a decent, homecooked meal and saw his mother, with his brothers as buffers. They all loved her, but
when she turned on the shrink within, she could grate on even a saint’s nerves after mere
minutes.
“So what is it you wanted help with, Gage?” she asked.
His brothers shook their heads behind her back, but Gage figured, what the hell?
Barbara Warren was a woman, last he checked.
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“I’m meeting a woman for dinner tonight and I—”
“Oh, that’s wonderful. What’s her name? What does she do? How did you meet
her?”
Gage groaned. “I just wanted to make a good impression.”
“And why wouldn’t you? You look exactly like your father did at your age, God
bless him.”
“Yeah, and he has as much charm as Dad did, too,” Dylan added.
“Oh, good point.” His mother scrambled a dozen eggs and scooped them onto four
plates. “Keep your mouth shut and listen toher.”
