CHAPTER SIXAn hour later
Marquise stood beside Kreon, who was holding open the front door while watching the children as they filed out over the threshold. As the children crossed their paths, they high-fived them and continued out of the door, some of them wearing pasta stains from the pizza they ate earlier.
“Good game.” a shorter boy said to Marquise, giving him a high-five.
“Good game,” a taller boy said to him, high-fiving him.
“What a hit!” a girl said to him, giving him a high-five.
The last three kids gave Marquise his props before hitting Kreon’s rock (his fist) and heading on out of the door. When he shut the door behind them and turned around, a broom and dust pan was thrown at him. He caught them both and looked up frowning, wondering who’d thrown the household items at h
