Dad thumbs his fist against his chest. “I never really thought about what it’d be like having the two of you together, but I’m starting to think it won’t be dull.” He serves himself the last of the blueberry pancakes. “But back to my original point.” “There’s a point?” I ask. Luther snorts. “Back to my original point,” Dad repeats loudly. “I believe Rocky was moaning and groaning in an effort to say he likes your cooking.”
