3. Dinner
"Uh, come in," Joan said, stepping aside.
"Hey Rove."
"Hey Grace." Helen entered the living room.
"Adam, you're here," she started as the door opened again and Will walked in. "Now we can eat," she added.
"I think there's a snow storm coming," Will said, taking off his coat.
*
"So Joan, how's college?" Helen asked.
"It's pretty good. Aside from the term papers, of course."
"That's good, getting to all of your classes on time I hope?" Joan nodded.
"Haven't been late for a class yet," she told her mother. Grace shot her a look across the table.
"Really? I seem to remember otherwise.." she said to Joan with a smirk.
"Okay, only once, but that wasn't my fault, was it?" Joan asked Grace.
"Well, it was your idea to go, not mine," Grace countered.
"Is this one of those college moments that parents should never hear about?" Will asked Joan.
"Yeah, it is," Joan told her father.
"So Luke, how was your last day before break?" Helen asked. Joan turned to her brother.
"Without all the nerd talk, please," she said.
"I heard from MIT today," he said.
"Really?" Helen asked. Luke nodded. "Why did you wait until dinner to tell us?"
"Because Joan and dad are here, I would have waited for Kevin to get back, but that's not for another week so.."
"Well dog boy? You get in?" Joan asked. Luke stood up and walked over to where the microwave was and pulled a slip of paper out from behind it. He walked back to the table and sat, handing it to his mother. "Early acceptance," he said.
"Dude that's awsome!" Joan told her brother. Helen read the letter, then passed it to Will. As the four Girardi's launched into a conversation about financial aid, scholarships, and MIT, Adam and Grace turned to each other and started their own conversation.
"So how's life in the city Rove?"
"Not that bad, yo. Made a few sales. What about you? How's Maine?"
"Not awful. Living with Girardi's an adventure, but the school its self isn't that bad."
"Throw any protests?" Grace laughed a little.
"Not yet, but it's only five months. Give it some time. Just because I'm in college doesn't mean I'm going to stop being me."
"Unchallenged."
*
"Woah, look at it come down," Joan said as she and Luke finished doing the dishes.
"I can't even see the porch," Luke responded.
"It's really coming down isn't it?" Helen asked, putting away a bowl.
"Yeah, can't even see a few inches in front of you," Joan told her.
"Adam and Grace should stay here until it clears up. You can't see anything," Helen said, moving over to the window.
"I can drive home Mrs. G," Adam told Helen. "I only live a few blocks away."
"Yeah, same here," Grace added.
"You can't see outside, there's more than enough room here for both of you." Joan dryed off her hands and turned around.
"Just say yes guys, she wont drop it until you do."
"She's right," Luke told them.
"Alright," the two responded at the same time.
"Uh, come in," Joan said, stepping aside.
"Hey Rove."
"Hey Grace." Helen entered the living room.
"Adam, you're here," she started as the door opened again and Will walked in. "Now we can eat," she added.
"I think there's a snow storm coming," Will said, taking off his coat.
*
"So Joan, how's college?" Helen asked.
"It's pretty good. Aside from the term papers, of course."
"That's good, getting to all of your classes on time I hope?" Joan nodded.
"Haven't been late for a class yet," she told her mother. Grace shot her a look across the table.
"Really? I seem to remember otherwise.." she said to Joan with a smirk.
"Okay, only once, but that wasn't my fault, was it?" Joan asked Grace.
"Well, it was your idea to go, not mine," Grace countered.
"Is this one of those college moments that parents should never hear about?" Will asked Joan.
"Yeah, it is," Joan told her father.
"So Luke, how was your last day before break?" Helen asked. Joan turned to her brother.
"Without all the nerd talk, please," she said.
"I heard from MIT today," he said.
"Really?" Helen asked. Luke nodded. "Why did you wait until dinner to tell us?"
"Because Joan and dad are here, I would have waited for Kevin to get back, but that's not for another week so.."
"Well dog boy? You get in?" Joan asked. Luke stood up and walked over to where the microwave was and pulled a slip of paper out from behind it. He walked back to the table and sat, handing it to his mother. "Early acceptance," he said.
"Dude that's awsome!" Joan told her brother. Helen read the letter, then passed it to Will. As the four Girardi's launched into a conversation about financial aid, scholarships, and MIT, Adam and Grace turned to each other and started their own conversation.
"So how's life in the city Rove?"
"Not that bad, yo. Made a few sales. What about you? How's Maine?"
"Not awful. Living with Girardi's an adventure, but the school its self isn't that bad."
"Throw any protests?" Grace laughed a little.
"Not yet, but it's only five months. Give it some time. Just because I'm in college doesn't mean I'm going to stop being me."
"Unchallenged."
*
"Woah, look at it come down," Joan said as she and Luke finished doing the dishes.
"I can't even see the porch," Luke responded.
"It's really coming down isn't it?" Helen asked, putting away a bowl.
"Yeah, can't even see a few inches in front of you," Joan told her.
"Adam and Grace should stay here until it clears up. You can't see anything," Helen said, moving over to the window.
"I can drive home Mrs. G," Adam told Helen. "I only live a few blocks away."
"Yeah, same here," Grace added.
"You can't see outside, there's more than enough room here for both of you." Joan dryed off her hands and turned around.
"Just say yes guys, she wont drop it until you do."
"She's right," Luke told them.
"Alright," the two responded at the same time.