“I don’t think this is such a good idea,” Johnny said, looking like he was going to be sick as he leaned out the window.
Chuckling, Sebastian adjusted his bag over his shoulder and quickly made his way to the edge of the roof. “It will be fine,” he promised, stopping at the edge to double-check that he’d grabbed the money.
“Why don’t you just ask Dad to help?” his twin suggested.
“Because then he wouldn’t let me pay for it,” he pointed out, again, wondering why he had to explain this when they both knew what would happen.
Their father would make a different suggestion until he wore him down and then he’d bring them to get their mother’s gift, pull out his wallet and pay for it. When he was little it was fine, but he was older now and he’d been saving for this for a long time now.
But this time, it was going to be different.