“I’m so sorry you guys had to share last night.” Damien kept his eyes glued to his plate as his mother moved around the kitchen, pouring orange juice. “You can help Dallas build his bed first thing when you get back from school, OK Damien?”
“Sure thing mom.” Out of sight, Dallas grabbed at his hand and clutched his fingers tightly for a half a second. “It wasn’t too bad.”
“I made you boy’s lunches, but there’s cafeteria money in there too. You know, in case you get really hungry.”
“Thanks San