“What do you call this?” I entered my apartment to find Matty, Ben, Luca, and Georgie in sleeping bags, while Tobi was settled on the sofa.
“We’re having a sleepover,” Matty explained.
“Did I give you permission to have one?” I asked sternly. I was tired and irritable after listening to those survivors.
“No, but you weren’t around to ask,” Matty whined like a five-year-old, “Besides Tobi was keeping an eye on us,”
“Hmm,” I bit off my comment about Tobi not being old en