Zander wandered into the living room in a haze as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He noticed it was almost evening and winced at the thought of the coming jetlag he was about to experience over the next couple of days. He found Henry and April seated on a plush three-seater sofa chatting vaguely about something and giggling to one another. April was the first to notice him and looked up at him with a welcoming smile. Without thinking, he walked over to them and plopped himself in between them uncaringly. The look in her eyes changed to exasperation, but he noticed with relish that her smile was still there.
Henry frantically waved his hand in front of his face as he scrunched his lips up to his nose.
“You stink, dude,” he complained, smoothly dodging the throw pillow that was sent fl
