The children were on the bed, quietly coloring the picture they had drawn earlier that day. They had all withdrawn as they waited for Marco and the others to return. The men who were taking care of them in his absence were not mean and did not mistreat them in any way, but they could feel that the men did not want to be taking care of them.
Dylan sighed, “I miss Marco. When do you think he will be back?”
“I don’t know,” Isla said as she turned and looked out the long, narrow window above their bed. “It looks like the sun will be setting soon, so he should be back anytime. He said he would make us steaks for dinner tonight, and I don’t think he would lie about that.”
“Steak would be so much better than those shakes,” Willa said, wrinkling her nose and sticking out her tongue in disgust.
