My father, who again generally refrained from getting involved, laughed. I think he felt happy that I was dating. Bill was always going on about how dad was a romantic, but I’d never seen it myself.
Sarah looked at Wyatt who was sitting next to her and whispered, “He likes her.”
“I met her,” Wyatt whispered back.
“You did?” Sarah gushed.
“We can all hear you both,” Cody said incredulously.
“They know that, Cody,” I said.
He shrugged. “Well then, why pretend to whisper? Whatever. I met her too.” He eyed Sarah, knowing full well she’d be jealous. Being twins, they were always a bit competitive. It was bizarre because they were so different. Sarah was creative and driven. Cody was more like Wyatt—wild, haphazard, and not quite sure where he belonged.
Sarah turned her injustice on me, “They both met her and I didn’t?”
I interjected, “I didn’t introduce them. They got haircuts.”
But Sarah kept talking right over me, “That is so unfair. I made you tofu lasagna.”
Wyatt and Cody both groaned.
“Maybe I need a haircut too,” Sarah said, still pouting.
Leaning over the middle of the table, my father cut himself a big square of tofu lasagna. It hit his plate with a splat. Then, he settled back into his seat and said with an impish smile, “I’m getting my hair cut tomorrow.”
Oh, for heaven’s sake.