You gave the door an enthusiastic knock, excited to see your best friend James. To your surprise, it wasn't James who answered, but rather his father.

"Well, well, look who's here," he greeted you, peering down with a quizzical expression. "You're fashionably late, but I hate to be the bearer of news – James is with his mother this week." He let out a melodramatic sigh. "Step on in, and we'll arrange a pickup call for you with your folks."