While JD tucked into a plate of raspberry pie, Ean’s mom sat across from him. It’s nice of you to visit, she said. I never see my Ean anymore.
Don’t worry, JD said around a mouthful of pie. I’m sure hell be ‘dropping by’ soon.
Oh? Asked Mrs. E. Have you and he spoken recently?
Well, yeah, JD said. Then, as Ean and a rope plummeted past the dining room window, he continued: Plus I was watching him prep and that boy cannot tie a rope to a grapnel.