Owen enjoyed his late dinner with his sons, as Zach had gotten quite good at making pizza pockets, steak and potatoes, and grilled shrimp.
“So,” he said. “Have you heard anything about the University of Hawaii?”
“The deadline was three weeks ago, Dad.” Zach could’ve added an eye roll and it would’ve fit the tone perfectly.
“I know,” Owen said, spearing another forkful of salad and trying not to think about Gina only a couple of walls away. “But they send scholarship letters pretty quickly.”
“If you get one.” Zach took an overly large bite of his pizza pocket, a clear indication that he wanted the conversation to move on to something else.
“You’ll get one,” Owen said, totally not moving on to something else. “Your GPA and test scores were great.”
“He wants to go to UCLA,” Cooper said
