Carlucci, Shaggy, and Turo: Apartment 1-D Sitting on the floor in the corner of Sam’s bedroom, Terri cradles Caleb in her lap, kissing the top of his head and rubbing his back and trying to reassure him. She hasn’t held him like this in a while. He used to be cuddly when he was younger, but ever since he turned six, he’s been less inclined. Sure, he still wants a kiss goodnight and he still hugs her on occasion and tells her that he loves her and that she is the Best Mommy Ever, but cuddle time has grown sparser. Terri dreads the day when it stops altogether. She wishes he would stay this age forever. She’s terrified of him growing up. Terrified of him becoming a man.But right now there are more immediate things to be terrified of.She keeps her eyes on the hastily constructed barricade in front of Sam’s bedroom door. All of the bookcases in the room have been stacked against it, as have his dresser, mattress, headboard, and box spring. Sam had a toolbox stored on the shelf in his closet and he, Stephanie, and Turo are currently nailing the headboard into the wall.
