Hannah nodded. “He saw.”
Isaac whistled through his teeth and folded both arms over his chest. “Shee-it.”
“Isaac!” Hannah gasped. “I’m telling if you say that again!”
“He said the f-word!” Isaac retorted, pointing at Randy.
“He ain’t a kid!” Hannah argued.
And just like that, the wise little woman and her general became kids again.
“Both of you,” Randy huffed. “Enough.” He held up a hand to point at the kitchen, but the limb barely made it halfway. He stared at it, confused, and then swallowed and eyed Isaac. “Okay, kiddo. I know you’re not that big or anything, but…” His vision swam. Something opened up in the floor and started to pull him toward it. “I think I’m going to need a hand here…”
Whether or not either kid heard him before he dropped, Randy would never know.
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Ran
