The Lokian Way 4 7
* * * * * * * * * * Saturday * * * * * * * * * * "There she is. Our sugarplum." Mercy winced hearing her Aunt Mary's nickname for her. Grumbling and with bed-hair, she bridged the last few steps down the stairs. "Good morning," she mumbled as she reached for a bowl and cereals. Both her parents and her Aunt were already sitting at the table. It hardly couldn't be a more unmatched trio. Mercy's parents - already dressed for the day - looked prim and proper in outfits that...