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“Nothing yet but Coach will let us know when the team knows,” I turned to look at him. “You want some coffee?”
“No, too late to drink that for me. I’m heading home. You’ll grab a win next time.”
“Yeah, I know. Grandpa, are you busy tomorrow night?” I turned to drop a pod into the Keurig then glanced back at him. He was peering at me over the top of his glasses, his bushy silver eyebrows tangled.
“Why?”
“I just thought we could go out to dinner,” I tossed out with nonchalance.
“Oh, okay. We going to the Chinese buffet place out by the racetrack?”
“No, we’re not going to Ping Pong Buffet. I thought we could take the paddleboat around the lake.”
His eyes narrowed. “Pretty costly ain’t it?”
I really had no idea. Most of my time spent on the Seneca Starlight had been charity events, and those were always free admittance for the Gladiators. Sure, we donated to whatever cause but we didn’t have to pay to eat.
“I doubt it can be that costly. And we always go to the buffet.”
“I like their egg rolls.”
“Which you shouldn’t be eating as they’re deep fried.”
“Pfft.”
I rolled my eyes back to my waiting cup of coffee. “Well, I just thought we’d go on the boat. Take a nice cruise. See the lake.”
“I’ve seen that lake ten thousand times. It don’t look any different now than when it did that last time me and Pete took his bass boat out fishing last month. I’d rather do the buffet. You like that General Toe’s chicken.”
“It’s General Tso’s chicken, and that’s deep fried as well, which is not really healthy when I’m in season.” I blew over the rich, dark liquid in my mug. Coffee didn’t bother me late at night, thank goodness. “Also, why can’t we try something different.”
“I don’t like different.”
“Well, you’ll like this. I already made the reservations.”
His face grew pinched. “Well why the hell did you even bother to ask me if I wanted to go if you were just going to force me into going? They better have something Chinese on the menu.”
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Grandpa is very grouchy. I love their banter even though now I am craving Chinese. Great job!