Caleb!" Grace shouted, waking both Dad and Jack, who had been having a snore war on the couch. Caleb moved ahead of me, almost dragging me along as he went to greet his mother. Grace framed his cheeks with her palms and looked critically at his eyes.
"I'm fine," Caleb said and smiled when his mother kissed his forehead. Her lips lingered, obviously testing for a temperature. "Please, Mom," Caleb struggled away. He didn't enjoy being treated like a child either. Grace looked down at his hand in mine and a multitude of expressions passed across her face. She settled on a smile, and it was meant for me.
"I heard you took out three guys," Jerry said, more excited than a respectable father should be.
"We don't condone fighting," Grace announced, more for her husband than for Caleb.
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