“Where’s Amelia?” I asked.
“Doing her homework. You know, I have to say, Noah never did his homework, not unless you begged and begged and begged.”
I grinned.
“I don’t even have to remind Amelia,” he added. “I don’t think she would be caught dead with a homework assignment not done. She’s great that way.”
“She is pretty great,” I agreed.
“Of course I am,” she said, appearing suddenly in the doorway. “Mr. Jack? I need some more notebook paper.”
“I’ll have to dig in the boxes downstairs.”
“Are you guys evergoing to put your stuff away?” she wanted to know.
“Maybe.”
“You’ve got boxes full of crap all over this place. And Mr. Jack?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m hungry.”
“Why don’t we all go have a snack?” he said. “I think we have some hot chocolate. Chocolate’s okay, right? Doesn’t have a face and all of that?”
“Very funny,” she said. “But I was thinking about a bowl of cereal. Mama always let me have a bowl of cereal at night if I got hungry.”