"Hey Craig," Joey said, walking into the kitchen.
Craig didn't say anything. Just sat there at the counter, doodling on a piece of notebook paper and trying to read his Social Studies, which looked like the letters were flying around the page.
"Hello! Earth to Craig!" Joey replied, tapping his stepson on the forehead. "Come in Craig."
"What?" Craig asked, looking up.
"I said hey," Joey replied. "If you had noticed you would have said 'Hey Joey, what's up? How was your day?'"
"How was your day?" Craig asked.
"Better question. How was your day?"
"That was the same thing I just asked you. How could it be better?"
Joey thought about that one for a second and then shook his head. "Never mind, but seriously. How was your day?"
"I think Sammy's mad at me," Craig said.
"Why?" Joey asked.
"I don't know. She looked like Sammy but she was out of it a little…ok, a lot today."
"Maybe there was something on her mind."
"Like what?"
"Like…I don't know! You're her boyfriend."
"Joey, how long have you known Caitlin?"
Joey didn't answer.
"You still don't know everything that's wrong with her."
"Ok, shut up, I get it," Joey said.
"I rest my case."
"What are you doing there?" Joey motioned to the Social Studies books.
Craig shrugged. "Heck if I know," he closed the book and stood up and grabbed his things and carried it upstairs.