Everyone stared at their food, not wishing to answer. After all, whose idea was it to say we were going to paint anyway?
“I’m, we are…” Renwar started.
“I’m sorry Gran-Gran; we didn’t want to alarm you. We are going to meet up with a cousin of mine who’s having a little celebration party.”
“Oh, why didn’t you children say that before,” Mrs. Nutti replied.
Muffles were heard but no distinct responses. Therefore, she allowed them to continue eating without asking more questions.
“Renwar, remember your jacket; the weatherman said it would be freezing tonight. A cold front was coming in. Are you sure you should be out tonight?” Gran-Gran asked.
“I have to,” he said, grabbing it from the coat rack and blowing them a kiss as he headed outside.
“We have them in the car, Gran-Gran. Since he
