Oh Andrew
“Come on, you have to have some kind of breakfast. The pan’s hot, I’m going to fix something for Andrew and me anyway, I might as well throw on a couple of eggs for you too.” “Do you know how much fat is in an egg, Dad? I don’t think so.” Chloe picked up her book bag and threw the strap over her shoulder. “Besides, I told Ash that I’d meet her for a coffee at Jitters at 7:30.” I smiled inside. That was Chloe, always had somewhere to go, someone to see. A lot like her mother, I thought. Just then the 6’ 2” frame of Andrew, her cousin walked in. It was obvious he’d just rolled out of bed. His red hair was pushed up on one side with apparent bed head. He …