Chapter 13: Family Time
“So you’re the young man who’s caught my Max.” Max’s mother was a short, round woman who looked like Kit’s idea of the personification of Mom. She looked like she’d just finished baking a batch of your favorite cookies, which wasn’t far from the truth, as Kit could smell delicious odors from the kitchen.
Mrs. Hill lived in the suburbs in a house just big enough for her and the two cats now sprawled across the floor in front of the sofa. Ebon had exhausted the animals by throwing their favorite toys for them and now sat at a card table with the other children, chatting happily about cartoons and video games and Scouting.
Max’s hand closed over Kit’s. “You promised not to get nosy, Mom. You know everything about Kit that you need to know.”
“I wasn’t being nosy. A
