[10] Message from On High

Breakfast was nearly over. The tower of pancakes had lost a considerable amount of its height. Atticus and Frances were standing by the sink, washing the dishes together in a team effort, the former scrubbing and the latter rinsing and drying. Hazel was still poking slowly at her food, her mind completely elsewhere as she stared into empty space. Bentley, who had now fully dressed herself, also sat at the table. Although she hadn't needed to eat anything, she was still enjoying the food for no reason other than to appreciate the trouble Atticus had gone through just to put the meal on the table. And Xander was out in the other room, talking to someone on the phone.

"So once we're done washing up, should we hit the books?" Frances asked.

Atticus nodded once.