Sean came up from the basement.
“What are you doing here?” Tommy asked him.
“I live here.” He opened the refrigerator and moved things around.
“Could’ve fooled me. You’re always at Emma’s.”
“She threw me out. Said she needed to get up extra early.” He looked over his shoulder at Tommy. “I’m a distraction.”
Tommy stood and pushed Sean aside. “I’ll make some food.”
“Excellent. I was hoping you’d say that.”
“Why are you up?”
Sean lifted a shoulder. “Couldn’t sleep. Thinking about ways to drum up business for bikes at the shop.”
Tommy scanned the refrigerator for food. They needed to go grocery shopping.
“Crêpes?” Sean asked.
Sean always wanted crêpes. It was one of the few recipes of their mother’s that Tommy had mastered. “If you like them so much, learn to make them,” Tommy said.
