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“Noah! Dinner,” Mom called from the foot of the stairs.
He drew in a breath. Here goes nothing
Jess, Donovan, and Jim sat at their usual places, while Pop sat at the head of the table and Mom at the foot. There were two empty seats on either side of the table.
“Allyn is having dinner with his fiancée and her parents,” Mom said. Of course she noticed him looking at the seats where his older brothers should have been.
Well, so much for all his brothers being here. Noah nodded. “Where’s Frank?”
“He’s working an extra shift to make up for taking off the next few days.”
“Geez, he didn’t have to.” Although that did make two less to pick on his choice of hairstyle.
“He did, kiddo. We need his pickup to transport your microwave and mini fridge. And you know he doesn’t like anyone else to drive his baby.”