Scooter was so, so very bad at doing nothing. He’d just never been the sort to sit around and watch television for long. But he didn’t want to dump all the childcare on Andy; that was hardly fair. With Culpepper creeping around, it was better if Billie wasn’t found alone in the house with Andy and Scooter both below stairs. Scooter personally thought it was ridiculous; someone checked on her a few times during the night and there hadn’t been a problem.
It did mean that Billie could drag him into playing all sorts of silly games—he’d gotten a deeper education about Monster High dolls and their teenage drama than he’d previously considered existed—and tempt him into building Lego castles. He’d even dug into some of his mom’s old reenacting garb—Andy had been ambushed by a seven-year-old wea
