Calvin
He’d left it alone now for four days, just spent that time with his family on the slopes and allowed them to have a good start to the vacation, but was found by his mother leaning on the balcony just off the living room texting the boys. She’d stared right at him and stated “No, work Calvin, this is a vacation, they are your rules for family vacation.”
“It’s not work,” he’d stated, and it wasn’t. Then he’d looked at her and saw she had an outstretched hand, smiled at her when she snapped her fingers at him.
“Hand it over and prove it’s not work,” she stated, clearly didn’t trust him. “Every night you come out here and text while dinner is being prepared.”
He couldn’t even argue with that one. The boys were two hours ahead of them here in Montana, so they’d already had dinner and
