Gran was seated on the sofa now, with her boys standing at attention behind her. Mr. Stratton paced in front of the fireplace. Gran hid a smile at the sight of us; Luc’s father stared at our intertwined hands for a long moment before raising his eyes to Luc and giving a barely perceptible shake o...
Juarez whipped off her helmet. “Where is it?” she demanded. “What?” Sylvie asked, wearing a mask of wide-eyed innocence. I removed my helmet as well and hesitantly took a deep breath of stale, space shuttle air. &...
We didn’t have an alarm system in our house. Fanny, who slept at the foot of my parents’ bed with one eye open, her tiny paws itching to defend her home, was more than adequate for that purpose. But I was ready for her. “Fanny!” I whispered, standing my ground at the foot ...