There was definitely a gloomy feel to the Tracy house on that damp, Monday morning. A light drizzle was trickling down the windows, making the outside world look cold and uninviting, whilst at the same time reinforcing the cosiness of the inside. It just gave the boys yet another reason for not wanting to leave.
“John, you haven’t got your lunch yet!” The father of five yelled up the stairs, whilst at the same time trying to peer under the sofa. It was the same every year, utter chaos reigning in the house whilst Jeff tried to organise the masses he called his sons. At least this year, it was only four of them going back, but Scott had flatly refused to help his father on this, knowing full well what his brothers’ were going through. The eldest child of the billionaire ex-astronaut had instead barricaded himself in his room, claiming he wanted to watch the fun from a safe distance.
Slowly pulling himself up from the floor, Jeff winced as his knees cracked their protest. Typical Alan, he just had to lose his shoe on the morning he was going back. In fact, Jeff was convinced he had hidden it himself, making life as awkward as possible. He did seem to be taking after Gordon a bit too much in that respect.
“I’m buying, that’s why!” A voice yelled back down the stairs, making no attempt to move any closer to his father to deliver the message. For one moment, Jeff couldn’t remember what the question had been in the first place, shouts had roamed across the house all morning, slowly getting more and more heated.
“Can someone please make sure Virgil has his butt out of bed?”