After talking to Chase, Neil has a short conversation with Cynthia, then heads to bed with the promise to text her when he wakes.
Morning came early in a household with a seven year old. Neil was sleeping soundly when his bedroom door banged open and a little blonde missile landed on his bed, bouncing.
“Unka Neil! Unka Neil! Brea-fist!”
Groaning, he rolled over, putting the pillow over his face. “I’ll be up in a minute, Sugar. Let Unka Neil sleep a little longer.”
“No. No. No. Got to be up for brea-fist! Mommy said!”
Neil doubted that. More likely, Dora had said not to wake him. The bouncing intensified as Lucy pulled the pillow off his face.
“Now, now, now, Unka Neil!”
“Lucy Lou, leave Uncle Neil alone. He’s tired. He drove a long time to get here,” Chase said from the doorway.
“But it’s brea-fist, Chase!”
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