Kids, teens, same difference. This coming from a girl who was just a teen not too long ago. Really, she should understand, though by now she felt old.

“Send them my way. If they’re hard workers, I’ll have jobs for them to do.” But he knew that from first hand experience.

Sliding off the pool table and moving over to the couch she sat on the couch arm, reaching over to run fingers over his forehead and through his hair, just a bit, before leaning over to look him in the face. She gave him a soft smile. “It shouldn’t have, but we’ll take care of it now. As best we can.”