In fact, all of them felt faintly sick, so they headed for the back porch of the Levy house, which was screened in and a nice place to be when the mosquitoes came out. Everyone found a good sprawling spot and settled in to rest. Susan took up residence on a white wicker couch, Henry fell into a beanbag, Emma eased herself into an aging Adirondack chair, and Roy found himself a particularly nice lying-down spot under the coffee table. They all sipped cool glasses of water and rested. After a bit, Henry raised his head. “Hey, Roy, do you think we could eat dinner here tonight?” “Ugh,” Susan moaned. “How can you be thinking of food?” “I’m not!” Henry insisted. “Just the opposite. I figure our mom will make us clean our plates if we go home, and your parents won’t, because we’ll be guests and all. Also, tonight is tuna noodle casserole at our house.” Susan thought about tuna noodle casserole, groaned in sympathy, and yelled over one shoulder and into the house, “Mo-oooom?
