“That was some nasty traffic out there,” remarked Gillian. “Another reason not to be on this side of town,” replied Tatiana. “You stay here and wait for Daddy. I’ll be right back!” Tatiana bolted down the hall leaving the group in the spacious living room. “The Grauer place is nicer than this and less tacky,” smirked Zoë. “Someone here is trying to show off. Look at the crap-tastic art on the walls.” “Well, it was a given her father had no taste, or he wouldn’t have let Gillian get away,” kidded Trevor. Gillian giggled like a school girl and poked Trevor in the ribs. Tatiana came running back with a broad grin. “Got a hair brush and a toothbrush.” “There is more than one toothbrush there,” remarked Gillian. “Eh, didn’t know which was his, so I took ‘m all. Logan can sort them out I’m sure.” “Well let’s get those in some plastic bags, but you get to carry those out of the building,” replied Trevor. “Be right back then!” Tatiana sprinted off again.
