This would be the night the boy would sleep on his own.
“You’re ok on your own tonight?” his mother asked in a skeptical tone.
“Yes. Absolutely. For Sure. 100%”
“There’s nothing I can get you?
“Nope. None. Nothing. Zippo.”
“Yes. Absolutely. For Sure. 100%”
“There’s nothing I can get you?
“Nope. None. Nothing. Zippo.”