Chapter Twenty-Three ~ Gabe
“How’d your first day go, brother?” Reardon asked as he sat down next to me, his plate piled high with grilled chicken, salad, and a pudding cup.
“Great,” I replied as I picked up my tuna sandwich to take a bite. “The kids are in great shape, with a couple exceptions, but overall, I was impressed. You?”
“Well, I had the easy stuff, swimming and whatnot, so I couldn’t speak to the kids’ fitness levels, but they all seem to have great attitudes.”
I nodded as I chewed, my eyes surveying the room. It was dinnertime, and we tried to keep the menu pretty healthy during the week, saving the hamburgers and hot dogs for the Friday barbecue and bonfire. The kids didn’t seem to mind. They were all tearing through their meals like they were starving, which, after a day
