The two boys jumped on him and wrestled him down. “C’mon!” Buzzy cried. “Stop being an egghead! Tell us!”
Tommy freed himself and sat up. “Take it easy, you guys!”
“Talk, son,” Billy demanded, aiming at him with an imaginary gun.
“Okay. Okay,” Tommy said. “Jack’s coming home this morning. He’s all through his exams. As far as they know, he’s okay.”
Billy and Buzzy both let out an Indian war whoop and threw themselves down on the swing again.
“He’s not supposed to have a lot of excitement,” Tommy cried. “But jeepers, I don’t know how he’s going to avoid it! The things that go on round this house!” He took a big breath. “I guess you guys know both Frank Howard and Ralph are supposed to come this week.”
“Aw, love!” Buzzy protested. “What’s so exciting about that?”
Tommy shrugged. “Search me,” he said. “But the way Kit ’n’ Jean act, you’d think it was the most important thing ever.” He rolled his eyes and added, “It gets pretty exciting when there’s going to be a wedding, though.”
“Who’s gonna get married?” Billy asked. “Kit or Jean?”
Tommy made a face at him. “You dopey guy!” he cried. “Kit has a whole college to go through! How could she get married?”