36A screeching roar bellowed outside Cecil’s bedroom window. He pushed back the scale-covered curtains to see a rusty crane heaving a crystal castle above car traffic and pedestrians.
Cecil looked up to see Ava pushing open her French doors so the crystal castle could be dragged inside. Apparently, the palace was too wide for the elevator.
Tiny white curtains covered in Crevier diamonds sparkled over the backdrop of manhole steam, black garbage bags, and racing yellow taxi cabs.
Cars honked as a taxi driver stopped to watch the crane try to heave the castle through the French doors four stories into the air.
Cecil drowsily trudged up the quartz staircase to find Ava’s bedroom.
White alpaca seemed to be Ava’s only color scheme. Alpaca floors, alpaca lampshades, alpaca comforter. Even t
