My mother noticed the faint grease near his wrist.
My father noticed his work boots.
Twelve hours earlier…
Neither noticed Luke carrying my groceries inside while they watched from the window.
« So, Luke, » Mom said as she poured the wine, « did you ever think about going to college? »
Luke glanced at me, then smiled.
« I thought about a lot of things. »
Dad chuckled. « That usually means no. »
« Did you ever think about going to college? »
« Dad. »