Zach came into work on a Sunday per usual. Even on a weekend, work never seemed to lessen for the man. But compared to the usual stoic expression he had on, the man seemed unusually happy as he dealt with the paperwork. He hummed an unknown tune as he worked and even whistled. If George, who was home on weekends would witness this, he would have surely thought it was an imposter in Zach's seat.
The door swung open. He paid no mind to the urgent approaching footsteps. Per usual, the person walked towards the liquor cabinet to get a drink.
"Why won't you to tell Mom? She's getting worse!" Xavier was annoyed especially after receiving his mother's message, well, one of the many she had been plaguing him with for the past week. He didn't dare open the message but could guess what the contents were.
"Not without her", Zach responded.
