“Here we are,” Brad announced as he entered the Fleetwood. “Home sweet home away from home.”
The men entered and set down their bags.
“Look, David,” Andy said, “Claudia Jr.”
Brad smiled as his dads admired the diminutive representation of the original Claudia back home. Remembering Hank’s Christmas surprise chased away the few remaining disquieting thoughts he still held at finding Hank wasn’t in the camper and probably still working with Reggie and Tango.
“Hank’s not here then?” Ted asked.
“Guess he’s still at the barn working with clients,” Brad replied. To change the subject he began discussing sleeping arrangements. “Andy, you and David can use the bedroom. Hank and I will sleep on the pull-out and, Ted, we have a really comfortable air mattress you can—”
“No, no,” David sai
