Angie sighed, but nodded her head anyway. Alex was like his father. Sometimes he just needed his space. "Go ahead," she said. "It won't be long until dinner is ready, so get washed up, and let the girls know."
She shook her head when he was gone and continued working on the roast, adding last minute spices and transferring it onto a serving plate. She understood her son being restless, they were all restless, and he just needed his space. Nothing she could do would change that.