Denver, Colorado Jill and Ivy were clearing the dishes from the dinner table when Delphie got up and went to the window. She moved back the blinds to look out. Since Valerie was gone, the paparazzi had given up their posts around the house. The street was quiet. She watched for a moment, and shook her head. She picked up the last bowl and went to the kitchen. “What is it?” Sam asked. “Just a feeling,” Delphie said. “What feeling?” Jacob asked from the sink. He was rinsing dishes while Sandy loaded the dishwasher. Rachel was tucked into a sling on Aden’s back. “Feeling like someone is trying to get in here,” Delphie said. Her eyes flicked to Ivy. “Why would someone want to get in here?” Honey asked. With her baby, Maggie, resting in her lap, Honey was making lunches at the kitchen table. Jill’s twins were asleep in their car seats on the table, and Katy was spinning in circles next to the table. “To kill us,” Ivy said. “Oh — that,” Honey said. “Same shit, different day.”
