“Go to bed, buddy. Come on. It’s past your bedtime.” Ghost’s voice is heard from the kids’ room, while Anon waits in the living room. “I’ll be there with you in just a second.” Ghost pops his head through the door, then goes back inside.

A few minutes later, he emerges, closing the door quietly. “Sorry about the delay.” He leads Anon toward the kitchen.

“Hey, I really appreciate you helping us out tonight,” Ghost says. “I know it’s getting late. It’s already past 1 o’clock.” He looks at Anon politely. “Let me grab my keys. I’ll drive you home. Actually, are you hungry? We have some food left from dinner. Feel free to have some before we head out.”