[Alec’s excitement is infectious. Even if Henry doesn’t think his home is really anything exciting—big, yes, but that’s not the same—it’s neat that his friend is already having fun when he’s just gotten here.]

Okay! This way.

[He leads them down the corridor, into the living room, which then connects to the kitchen through another doorway. In here, it’s big and clean with wide countertops and plenty of electric appliances. It smells like something baking — cookies?

When they enter, Virginia Creel turns around, heels clacking on the floor, seemingly surprised to see them rush in. She’s pretty and blond and it’s easy to see where Alice takes after her. Henry, too, in the shape of her eyes.]

Oh, boys! You startled me.

Mom, you said you were baking something for when Alec came over—

Well, I can see where someone’s priorities lie. [She smiles, looking the two over.] Aren’t you going to introduce me to your new friend?

He’s not that new. This is Alec. Alec, this is my mom.