Chapter202

#Chapter202

Blast from the past

Maggie

Everything had calmed down at the house. The boys kept wanting to throw each other under the bus with revelations. My current situation satisfied me.

Nash and I were in the kitchen talking and making lunch when we heard a knock.

/"I’ll get it!/" Noah ran to the door and opened it. His eyes widened, and he slammed it shut. What in the world? Please tell me it’s not Grammy Gray again.

We walked out of the kitchen, and Noah plastered himself against the door.

/"Noah, who’s at the door?/" Nash asked.

/"No one./"

Knock, knock!

Nixon came downstairs. /"Dude, why are you plastered against the door like a live version of silly putty?/"

/"Oh, there’s no reason./" He shrugged.

Knock, knock!

/"Get out of the way./" Nixon pushed Noah aside. He opened the door and slammed it shut.

/"Is there a reason you two are slamming the door?/" Nash asked.