Chapter 5“You’re late.”
Lionel stomped his feet on the mat outside the door leading from the garage to the kitchen, knocking off most of the snow. “I’m sorry,” he greeted his niece. “But traffic was a mess. “
“It’s okay. I saved you some of the Pigs in a Blanket. They are in the blue container in the pantry, behind the dog food.” Anne stood in the middle of the doorway, wearing the holiday outfit they had picked out together.
With her hair brushed back in a sparkly headband, and her new skills with an eyeliner pencil (yes, Dylan still blamed him for that), Anne looked more twelve than her newly acquired, and heavily celebrated age of ten. The momentous achievement reached just a few weeks after Halloween.
Lionel held out his hand at a kid-friendly level. “Great hiding place. High five!
