Page 32 of Keg's Revelation

“Then, I best get lunch ready. He’ll be hungry when comes in. Do any of you want anything?” Gran asked and stood.

I looked toward Keg. “Do you want to eat lunch here? I know we are going by your dad’s, but I wasn’t sure what time you were coming.”

“I probably should have told you that my dad cooks lunch on Sunday. It’s our thing. We got in the habit of it since it’s just him and me.”

I smiled. “I remember eating at your house a few times. Has he gotten better?”

“Nowhere near Getchen’s cooking, but he doesn’t do too bad. He’s learned if you keep it simple, it comes out edible.”

“Wise man. If you’ll be home for dinner, honey, let me know, okay?”

“I know I mentioned to Ry about eating at my house, but I thought I’d take you guys out to dinner instead.”

“Oh, okay,” I answered Reed, then looked at Gran. “Then, no, we won’t be home for dinner.”

“Then you all have fun. See you when you get back,” Gran said and headed out of the room.

“Where are we going to eat dinner at?” Ry asked as he got up off the floor.

“Ry, you haven’t even eaten lunch yet,” I said and laughed.

“Just planning ahead, Mom.”

“I thought you might like to go to Lugio’s Pizza and Arcade.”

Reagan jumped up and down, and Ry punched his fist in the air.

Reed looked at the kids, then to me. “Going for the long shot and guess they’ve been there.”

“Yes, a few times. They love pizza, but the arcade inside—”

Ry and Reagan cut me off and finished my sentence. “Makes it double the fun,” they said together.

“Yes, it does,” Reed said, I lifted a brow when he looked at me.

“No way you go to that place. It’s loud and filled with kids yelling and running around,” I said.

“Best pizza in town. Me and a few brothers go at least every other month to eat and play the games in the arcade. If we don’t want to put up with the craziness, we call it in and pick it up. What can I say? Sometimes we’re just big kids.” He shrugged, and I chuckled.

I chuckled, then turned toward the stairs. “Give me a couple of minutes and I’ll be ready.”

As we walked into Reed’sdad’s home, memories hit me of the few times Reed and I had come back to his house, skipping school after Sami and his dad had left. We’d spend the time we should have been in school in his bedroom, then we’d leave before Sami was due home, and he’d drop me off at Gramps and Gran’s place like he did every day after school. There was a good chance Ry was conceived in Reed’s bedroom.

“Mom!” Ry yelled, and I turned to see they were in the hall standing in front of pictures while I still stood at the entrance gazing up the stairs, reliving what seemed a lifetime ago.

The smirk on Reed’s face told me he knew what I was thinking. “Had a few good times here, didn’t we, Rav?” He’s words verified I was right.

With the kids listening and watching, I smiled. “Yes, we did. I loved coming here.”

“Here are pictures of Reed and his sister, Mom.” I walked to Ry so I could see what he was looking at. Reed stood by his bike with a big grin on his face, and a young Sami stood beside him with her arm stretched behind his head, making bunny ears with her fingers.

“She’s pretty,” Reagan said, and I turned to see who she was talking about and saw it was another picture of Sami, standing by a car with keys dangling from her fingers.

“Sami had just gotten her license in that pic,” Reed said.

Reagan looked at Ry and her eyebrow furrowed, and her nose crinkled. “You kinda look like her, Ry.”

“I don’t look like a girl.”

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