I hadn’t laughed like that in a long time; the bent-over, tear-jerking, rib-aching laugh that was pure joy and absolutely infectious. I hadn’t felt that. It felt foreign to me. Yet here I was, laughing my ass with Nana Hellen by my side. Henry had lost the first round in the video game. Benny proceeded to grace the room with a performance of his I Win dance, which was composed of a lot of singsong tunes, hand raises, a hopeless moonwalk, and giggles of his booty as he said. His large, dense eyeglasses were practically falling off his face. He had to push them up with his elbow.
Henry was a sulking mess next to him while the other teenagers in the room were just itching to get their chance. After having snuck out of the furniture shop through the back because of the commotion, hundreds
