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Don was already half asleep when Amita walked down the stairs. He opened his eyes halfway at the sound of Amita's steps.
"And?" he mumbled.
"One hundred and two."
Don grunted something and Amita wondered if he'd even heard her. She smiled, glad that Don was finally getting some sleep. She felt pretty tired herself, even though she had gotten some sleep the night earlier. She yawned and laid down on the couch and soon she was fast asleep.
Amita woke up around noon. She sat up and saw that Don wasn't in his chair. She stood up and stretched before walking over to the window. Don's SUV was still in the driveway so Amita assumed he was around somewhere. She wandered through the kitchen and the rest of the downstairs; the only proof Don had been there were the soup cans and buns in the kitchen. She wandered upstairs and saw that Charlie's door was open and sunlight was shining through the open window. She knocked on the door as she entered. Charlie was sitting up in bed eating soup and Don was in the desk chair, an empty plate on the desk.
"Good morning." Don said.
"'Morning." Amita sat down on the foot of the bed.
"Hey." Charlie said and Amita noticed that he looked and sounded much better.
"Feel better?"
"Yeah. Not one hundred percent yet, but defiantly better than this morning or last night."
"That's good."
"I agree."
"Good soup?"
"Yeah. Made by Don."
Amita looked at Don and raised an eyebrow. Don shrugged.
"What can I say? I make good soup."
"Don't you mean Campbell's makes good soup?" Charlie spoke up. Don's face changed to shock.
"What do you mean Campbell's?"
"It doesn't taste good enough to be homemade."
"Thank you Charlie."
"Plus, Dad's not home so I knew you couldn't have made it."
"Are you implying my soup isn't as good as Dad's?"
"Um, I'm not implying. I know." Charlie smirked.
Amita had to let out the laugh she had been holding. It was so great to see the brothers interact with each other, first on the basis of concern and then kidding around. Don looked at Charlie, then Amita, and then Charlie again.
"I can't believe this!" he said. "All this time I believed you liked my soup." Don was trying to sound macho but Amita knew he wasn't mad.
"Sorry." Charlie said with a smile. Don just shook his head smiling. Just then, his phone rang. He reached to his belt and grabbed it.
"Eppes." Don answered. He listened for a few moments and then said,
"Okay. I'm on my way."
He snapped the phone closed.
"Hey, sorry, but I have to go. I'm glad you're feeling better Charlie. I'll talk to you later. 'Bye Amita. Call if you need anything."
"'Bye." Amita called after him.
"I think I'm going to take a shower." Charlie said, placing the empty soup bowl on the table.
"Okay. I'll be downstairs."
Amita wandered downstairs, found a book on a mathematician on the shelves and settled onto the couch.
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