Art SomethingChapter 13
‘All through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.’ We’d apparently given Mom and Dad enough time to at least retreat to their own room. Our shoes were snowy so we removed them in the entryway and left them to dry. We crept up the stairs hand-in-hand and when we reached the door to our bedroom, I swept Fay up in my arms and carried her across the threshold. We tenderly undressed each other and brushed our teeth. When we returned to the bedroom, we stood on opposite sides...