Prudence hadn’t called, so Henry was taking that as a good sign that she had gotten past her morning sickness today. “I hate to throw up, Humphrey. It’s my least favorite thing to do.” Humphrey said, “Woof.” “Except in this case, if I could be sick for her, I would be—gladly.” Henry saved his file. “Come on, old man, let’s go out.” Henry opened the deck doors and Humphrey trotted directly to his second favorite bush. Unfortunately, it was on the side of the house and would probably be dug up when the builders got there Monday. “Sorry, Humphrey, you might have to find another place.” Henry stretched his arms over his head. The way the doctor showed him. It was easy to get tired and stiff sitting at his desk all day. This was something he could never understand. Why sitting was tiring. He’d maybe go on a run a little later. Humphrey was busy sniffing around the grass and trees, even stopping to roll on his back with his tongue lolled out. Henry sat down at the deck table.
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