Later that night, John and I were talking upstairs in his room while mom watched TV downstairs.
We had spent an hour or two cleaning the house together.
" So what did Tasha want to talk to you about?" asks John.
" She told me that I am to be spending the night at her place tomorrow night," I say.
He smiles. " You mean she organized the entire thing and told you what you had to do, not giving you a choice, right?"
I laugh and nod. " Basically, but we haven't been able to hang out for a while. So I think a sleep-over might be good for us," I say.
He smiles. " Well, I hope you have fun tomorrow."
" What will you be doing tomorrow?" I ask.
" I have got more training to do and that's going to take all day," says John.
I nod. " I see."
We talk for a while longer before dad gets home, a
