Chapter 21: Unsettling News, Continued
Henry’s hands moved swiftly over the keyboard of his laptop as he leaned back in the spare chair in Sam’s office. His feet rested on the low credenza, carefully avoiding the surfeit of potted plants Sam had littering the top. “The flight on the third looks good to me,” he said. “Takes off at five thirty-seven in the evening. Thirteen hours, but I can sleep through it, right? There’s a one hour stop in LA, but I won’t have to change planes.”
Sam looked up from his lunch and blinked. “Yeah, that’s best for a long flight like that. Overnight.” He pointed with his fork toward the plate on the desk in front of him. “This is even amazing left over, Henry. What are the flavors?”
Henry’s Filipino grilled chicken had been a big hit at Sam’s family’s pot luc
