Mom Said… II 23C

Tate and Raina spent the day on and off with their mom. Sawyer locked himself in his room, Tom moved between his room and everyone else's. Having nothing to do. He was restless. Too restless it was starting to annoy him. He always had a habit of tapping his fingers on any surface when he was nervous, or restless or bored. Now, he was restless and bored.

In the living room with Beatrice, Raina and Tate; on the couch on either side of their mother, Tom, on a single chair, asked without thinking. "You're only here for today right?" All eyes turned to him.

"Yeah. Do you want me to leave already?" Beatrice smiled.

Tom flashed a smile. "Why would I want that? Of course not. Just wondering. There is a schedule right?"

"Tom?" Beatrice called sitting forward. "Are you planning on throwing another party?"

"Ohhhhh! Good question mom." Tate complimented.