Chapter 38

“Thine,” Isaac intoned (for unless they had guests, it could be no one else, Matthew figured), his voice implying he’d known that all along and was just waiting to see if his sister caught on, “chances for survival are few and far between.”

“A holy house, then?” Matthew asked, continuing their game. “Dost thou deny us entrance?”

“Show first the value of your gifts—”

“Thy,” Hannah said.

“Oh, my God, Hannah, stop,” Isaac hissed. “You’re wrecking it!”

He shoved her to the side, lightly enough for a brother’s push, and peered out at Matthew and Gavin. “Show first the value of thine gifts before I decide.”

“Enough.” Vaughn appeared behind both children and drew them back into the hallway. “Before I decide you both watch too much television for your own good.”

“That sounded far more like vernacular garnished from books than from the TV,” Matthew said. He walked up the steps toward the door and put out his hand. “Hello again.”