Joan tossed and turned all night and was really cranky when her alarm clock went off signaling for her to get out of bed.
She pulled the covers off and threw her legs over the side of the bed and rolled off.
She changed and walked downstairs. Luke was sitting at the kitchen table.
"Hi," Joan replied.
Luke didn't say anything and that was good because after Charity had left and you said anything to him, he'd bite your head off.
"You're up early," she replied. Unusually, she walked over and pulled out a cereal bowl and opened a box of cereal.
"Couldn't sleep," he muttered.
"What?" she asked.
"I said I couldn't sleep," he snapped. "Get your hearing checked."
Joan's jaw locked. She wished that they had some duct tape lying around. "Sorry," she said.
He shook his head. "No I am," he replied. "I thought Charity and I were becoming friends. Why didn't she tell me?"
"There are some things people don't tell you after you've known them for one day."
"Two," he replied. "I met her after lunch the other day."
"Two then."
She poured some milk into the cereal and walked over and sat down with her brother.
Luke looked at her. "You don't usually eat breakfast," he said.
Joan shrugged. "I can change my morning routine can't I?"
He shook his head. "It's just not right," he replied. "It's weird."
Joan nodded. "I agree," she said. "And I think the cereal's stale." She swallowed it and pushed the bowl away from her.
Luke laughed at Joan's disgusted face. "Quit," she said. "It's not funny."
"You're right. It's hilarious!"
She hit him. "Ow," he said, still laughing.
Joan couldn't help it and she joined him.