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Henry stood at the fridge sucking down orange juice after his run. He was feeling good. The snow was finally starting to melt, although he was sure they’d get more before spring actually made an appearance. Still, it was nice to get outside.
“Use a glass,” Zach whined when he came into the kitchen. “Were you raised in a barn?”
Henry finished the carton and rinsed it, then tossed it into the recycling. He burped, loudly, and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Nope.”
“How is it outside?”
“Perfect. A good chill that kept the sweat down, but no snow. Great running weather.”
“I need to go later.”
“I have dinner at Mom’s tonight. If you go before or after, I’ll go with you.”
Zach nodded. “I can do that. Hey, did I tell you we hired a new chef?”
Henry was surprised. He and Za
