The cool air from the unit in Ethan Gray's living room hummed a low lullaby. Ethan and Blanche had ended up curled on opposite ends of the sofa, their eyes heavy as the antics of The Pinwheel and the Old Rascal played out on the screen. They were both on the verge of drifting into a deep, food-induced coma until a sharp rap on the door startled them awake.
It was Miss Willow, her expression a mix of apology and amusement. "Ethan, sorry to disturb the peace, but Blanche’s aunt is downstairs. Time for the little rascal to head home."
Blanche snapped to attention, her small hands frantically wiping the residual red oil from the corners of her mouth. She didn't say a word, just gave Ethan a quick, wide-eyed look of panic before bolting out the door like a startled rabbit.
The moment they st
