“Mom, I told Gregory not to eat. He’s going to want hot dogs and popcorn at the cinema and we’ll probably be going for pizza afterward.” “Rachel, he’s a growing boy. He needs to eat. You see how active he is. When you were his age you had a healthy appetite too. My grocery bill was high.” Gregory laughed. “See, Mom. I’m a growing boy.” He gobbled the last of the sandwich, stood and flexed his biceps. “You go get your shoes. George should soon be here.” “Why are we going out with him anyway?” he said, pouting. She hadn’t expected the question, but, thinking quickly, she replied, “I’ve told you already. We went to school together. I’m trying to make contact with my friends. He was my best friend at school. You told me you were all right with us hanging out together.” “Okay,” he replied, looking at her suspiciously. He turned and left the room. “You have your work cut out for you,” Grace observed. “He’s at the age when any man will be a threat to his relationship with you.
