Nathan pressed his lips together so he wouldn’t laugh. They continued to eat in relative peace for a few more minutes. Nathan was in the middle of taking a sip of water when his mother met his gaze.
“How’s Janelle?” she asked innocently.
Nathan nearly choked.
“That good, huh?” Mason chuckled as he slowly shook his head. “I’m guessing things haven’t changed since the last time we talked about it.”
Nathan set his glass down and wiped his mouth with his napkin. “No, Mason, they haven’t,” he grumbled. He looked at his mother. “I don’t know how she’s doing, Mom. I haven’t had the chance to talk to her in a while.”
Nancy’s right eye narrowed slightly as she focused on her eldest son. “How long is ‘a while’?” she asked in a tone that meant she would tolerate nothing but the truth. And that she knew she probably wouldn’t like it.
“Three weeks,” Nathan said and picked his water up again. He held the glass to his lips as he added, “More or less.”
“Da-yamn,” Jackson muttered.
“You’re one to talk,” Mason retorted.
“Shove it,” Jackson replied.
“Boys, enough.” Nancy’s green eyes bored into Nathan’s as he took a sip of water he wasn’t really thirsty for. As he lowered the glass, she shook her head. “I don’t believe you would do this to her.”
“I haven’t done anything,” Nathan said.
“Not recently,” Jackson coughed. “Ow! Did you just kick me?” He glared across the table at Mason.
“No, I did,” Nancy stated and turned her attention to her youngest child. “If you have nothing polite to contribute, please refrain from saying anything.”
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