Fitz woke to the sounds of his father laughing.
Laughing? His father? That never happened.
Even more puzzling, the person laughing with him was Ritchie.
Fitz sat up, throwing the blanket he had curled up under aside, and leaned out into the corridor. The door to his father"s office was wide open, and the light spilled out onto the far wall. He could definitely hear Ritchie and his father talking and laughing together. He caught enough words to realize they were talking about him. The time he had fallen into a vat of chocolate as a child.
That hadn"t been funny! The chocolate had still been hot, and he had burned his arms and legs. Not seriously, but it had still hurt quite a bit. And no one had let him lick any of it off his skin.
Then Ritchie stepped out into the corridor and Fitz sa
