V3 ch83

We had a short reunion near baggage claim before Dad started to usher Zeke to lead us to the car. Noah talked Grampa's ear off until then. Zeke helped us load the bags in the trunk and then we decided on the seating arrangement. At Grampa's insistence, Zeke was tapped to drive us home while he gave directions from the front passenger seat. Dad was stuck in the middle row with the twins while Noah and I got the very back like normal. 

"How's Gramma doing now...?" Dave asked Grampa weakly, likely afraid of the answer. 

Grampa looked back Zeke. "You know how to get back on the highway?" He completely ignored Dave's question. 

Zeke nodded. "Yes, sir."

Dave glanced at Dad, but Dad was resting against the window with his eyes closed. 

"I heard you boys won your Christmas tournament. Very nice." Grampa congratulated us. 

"Jake was MVP!" Noah added.