‘What are you looking at, Dad?’
‘You, kid. You haven’t turned out so bad.’
‘Thanks heaps,’ Kat whined, yet a smile lurked on her lips. ‘What brought that up anyway?’
Franklin sipped from his mug. ‘I don’t know. It occurred to me that we’ve been pretty lucky. And as kids go, you’re bearable.’ He laughed at her indignant expression. ‘All right, you’re pretty cool. Is that better?’
pretty coolShe smirked and stacked the dishwasher.
‘This place isn’t so bad, is it?’ Franklin commented.
Kat shrugged. ‘It’s home. It’s okay.’ After a sly peek she added, ‘Wouldn’t mind a pool though.’
‘Wouldn’t we all,’ he replied dryly. ‘I’ve been considering selling.’
‘You can’t.’
can’t.‘Why not?’
‘Because it’s home. All our memories are here.’
‘Memories are portable, Kat. They don’t stay locked insid
