Lucas
“You're dressed formal again, Luke," my mother says as Callie hurries past her on her search for my father.
“Bye, Callie girl," I call.
“Bye, Dad," she says, spinning as she runs, her long golden braid swinging seconds before she disappears through the house with her suitcase in tow, calling for her grandfather.
Shaking my head, I turn back to my mother. While I don't give my parents' appearances that much thought, I'm aware that my mom is an attractive woman in her early sixties who has always had unbounded energy. Tonight she's dressed in shorts and a top with sneakers on her feet, ready for their getaway. “She loves spending time with you too," I say. “Are you sure you want to go to the cottage tonight? I can pick her up in the morning and then you and Dad can have alone time
