Saturday: Doubleheader (2)

After dinner, we all got back in the car and Mr. Atkins started the long drive home, fighting a bit of traffic as we moved out of the city.

The twins, who sat on either side of Zeke in the middle row, both leaned against the windows and started to fall asleep. Noah wasn't too far behind them. Even Zeke leaned back, looked at the roof of the car for a minute, then closed his eyes. I guess they must be tired after such a fulfilling dinner.

I leaned against the window too and felt refreshed by the cold pane of glass. March in Northern California was still cold but I didn't mind it so much now. It rarely got this cold where I used to live.

"Wayne, have you found an opportunity to talk with the twins?" I heard Mrs. Atkins asked in a low voice, almost whispering as if she was afraid we would wake up.