Devin
Aiden and I arrive probably fifteen minutes before the whole thing starts. I know we are very late, but it’s too late to apologize.
“Boys, why are you so late?” A distressed Mom asks when we walk in.
“Sorry, Mom, you can’t rush perfection,” Aiden jokes.
“Perfection? You boys are perfect, you don’t have to try to be. And I’m only upset because there is so much going on, and I only have time to show you your rooms. We can do the tour after the dinner is over,” she says, ushering Aiden and me up the stairs. We take a turn down the hall on the left and as per the usual, our rooms are right next to each other.
“Aiden this one is yours, you have two minutes to check it out. Devin, this one is yours, and make sure you are down the stairs in two minutes!”
“Yes, Mom,” Aiden and I s
