“Just tired,” is what I opt to respond with. Harvey props himself against the post on the front porch with a knowing grin. “That’s what happens when you stay up too late partying at your age.” Willa stands up straight now, arm slung around Luke, who is still clinging to her. “I was the one out partying. Cade stayed home to, uh, clean the house. He’s very tidy. You did well in that department.” My dad scoffs. “That boy only cleans when he’s anxious.”
