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to the life,
we knew.
    We made
use of our time alone again before Sway slipped from the bed and into our
bathroom for a quick shower. I stayed in bed for a few more minutes when the
television caught my attention.
    SPEED was
doing a special on Tate and this being his last full time season. It was crazy
to me that guys I had started racing with in the series eighteen years ago were
now retiring.
    This
question was asked of me a lot now. Was I ready to retire?
    No. Not
even close. I was only forty-one. For me, I felt like I still had a lot of
years left in this sport.
    Sway
caught me still in bed when she came out of the bathroom. She opened the door,
steam rolling behind her, “Seriously dude! Get out of bed.”
    “Sorry,” I
got up without another word. I always felt lazy when I was at home, like I
should be doing more. If Sway was up running around, I felt even lazier. It
seemed like the longer we lived this lifestyle, the more I felt like I didn’t
do enough around the house for her.
    “If you
get up,” her voice raised slightly, “I’ll make you pancakes.”
    “I’m up!”
I said jumping from bed and heading into the bathroom. No way was I passing up
Sway’s pancakes.
    Before I
closed the door, I could hear Sway and Casten in the hallway. “Can I go to a
party tonight?” he asked her.
    “No.
You’re grounded.”
    “That’s
hardly fair,” he argued, “Cole isn’t grounded. Why should I be? I mean, it was
hardly my fault. I feel like I was involuntarily persuaded by my uncle and his
poor decisions.”
    He had a
good point. I could almost hear my wife thinking the same thing.
    “Fine, be
back by midnight.”
    We really
needed to set better rules. Sway was the biggest pushover when it came to
Casten and I had yet to tell Arie no to almost anything. At least it was a good
thing that Axel was at least level headed. The other two were enough to handle.
    Our
bathroom was entirely too large but it was nice. Heated slate tile floors met
warm gray walls and were surrounded by polished nickel accents and dark wood
framed windows overlooked the woods behind the house.
    Not
knowing where anything was, it took me awhile to find what I needed to take a
shower. Having just moved in last week, I was still getting used to the shower
and the way the jets came at me from every angle. A few felt a little invasive
so I had to adjust those.
     
    When I
stepped out of the bathroom with a towel around my waist and water still
dripping from me, I was not met with my wife in our room.
    Instead, I
found my sister with her head buried in my closet.
    “ Em ,” I barked holding the towel with both hands so it
wouldn’t fall, “What the fuck are you doing in here?”
    She acted
as though this was no big deal and dismissed me with a roll of her eyes.
    “I’m
organizing your closet for you,” she turned back around and began to rummage
through my jeans and collection of hooded sweatshirts. “You’re getting too old
to wear these,” she said to me as I stood there staring at her in disbelief.
    “Am not,”
I argued starting to feel uncomfortable with her being in my room. Not that I
wasn’t already but the fact that she was now staring at me, had me
uncomfortable. “I’m forty-one. I can still wear hooded sweatshirts if I want.
Now get out!”
    I made a
slight mistake here but it turned out to be the best decision. I let go of the
towel.
    “OH MY GOD!” Emma
screamed scrambling out of the room. I could hear her scream all the way down
the stairs.
    “Mission
accomplished,” I said to myself and continued to get dressed. I purposely put
on a hooded sweatshirt after that.
    Making my
way downstairs, it was evident my sister was still there to aggravate me a
little more this morning. After all, this was her mission in life as far as I
was concerned.
    “You
alphabetized my recipes again?” I heard Sway ask Emma.
    “Yeah, so? I was
working on your closet too, but your husband decided to flash me.”
    “You
should probably