Lucas"Two words, 15 letters. A type of building or home?" Her voice is soft, but it is stern, like she is frustrated with the paper in front of her. I put the cup down I had been drying, rounding the counter to look at the newspaper from over her shoulder. "Hmm. Oh, split-level house." I say, planting a kiss on her head and returning the dishes. She had made pancakes and bacon for breakfast, but she is still eating the pancake that she won't finish. "Oh, thanks," she says with a smile, putting the last word of the codeword puzzle into the page. There is a crash from the living room, and both of us look at each other before I put a plate down, and she jumps to her feet. We round the corner together, finding the culprit of the noise sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of a broken picture frame. "Clarissa, what did we say about touching the pictures on the wall?" Jane asks her sternly as I pick her up from under her arms. She lets out a laugh as I hoist her into the air, and I
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