Chapter 6i^4
Yanni was working.
Good.
Ourania looked around the house. It was filled with stuff. So much stuff. What did humans need all that stuff for? She carried a plastic bin in her hand. It was blue.
She picked up a photo of the couple in a frame. Thalia was wearing too much makeup, and Yanni was standing proud in a suit. His outfit was black and her dress was white. There were lots of flowers around.
Useless, Ourania thought to herself and threw it in the bin.
Oh, another pacifier behind the furniture. That makes twelve now. It’s as if infants knew precisely where to throw one so as to maximize its hiding potential.
Straight in the bin.
She walked to the kid’s room. There were framed paintings on the wall. Ourania inspected the art and found it lacking. It followed none of th
