Kensuke and Jesse arrived bright and early in the morning, not totally unannounced, but definitely long before expected. Milo smelled like the spices from his body wash and his hair was frizzy and damp. A few spots on his boxer briefs showed dampness as well, where he hadn’t fully dried. Tom Alan’s bedhead indicated his boxers were likely yesterday’s. Kensuke’s jaw dropped at the sight of both. “Kyoko let us in on her way out to walk,” Jesse explained.
“Bloody hell!” Milo inverted an empty cereal bowl over his crotch, while Tom Alan scooted around the kitchen island as Kensuke followed. Flip and Twizzle joined in as Etsuko, in her high chair, giggled at the spectacle.
“Jesse, you’re welcome here anytime,” Tom Alan said. “But please, call first.”
“Sorry.”
“Hey. We need a couple of thing
