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Azalea follows and against me, my wife sighs happily. “I think if I have to read again about Corduroy losing his button, Swimmy and the school of red fish learning to overcome dangers together or Max being sent to bed without supper and traveling Where the Wild Things Are to become their king, I might be sick. Don’t we have any new books around here?”

He laid the book aside for just a moment and smiled at the sweet face of his youngest daughter, her blonde curls pulled into sharp braids behind her ears, just the way her mother liked them. Serendipity giggled, looking up at the ruddy face of her dark-haired father. “When shall I learn to read, Papa?” she asked, shifting her eyes to the much-loved volume as it sat on the end table next to Papa’s comfy chair. Across the room from them, on the much-loved bookshelf, sat volumes by Clement C. Moore, Lewis Carroll, and Serendipity’s very favorite, Hans Christian Anderson. “Soon,” Rudolph confirmed. “You’re going on five years old now. Both of your sisters learned when they were about your age. H

Lily scoots closer and leans against my arm. “Tell me a story.” “What kind of story?” “Prince and Princess.” I pause for a moment to think. “Once upon a time, there was a prince who lived in the huge castle. He was strong and brave, but he was lonely.” Lily listens, her eyes wide and attentive. “One day, he found a Princes in the rain. She was lost and scared, and he brought her home. They fell in love and then—” Lily interrupt “That’s like you and that Scary Eyebrow Man?”

he admits. "That's okay," I say. "Then I'll borrow it for you." He huffs weakly. "How generous." I smile softly and begin to massage his scalp in slow circles. "Want to hear a story?" He cracks his untainted eye open, looking up at me. "What kind of story?" "A harmless one," I say. "From when I was little." His lips twitch. "Go on." I take a deep breath. "When I was six, I was convinced our house was haunted."

Hearing him echo Mom's words, I thought, to them, Sharon already paid the price. So I almost dying was just karma? I dropped my gaze, letting the silence speak. Chuck caught it. First time he looked at me like that—cold. "Yasmine, Coraline's getting old. Why the attitude? "It's been six years. You took Sharon's life and ran with it for over twenty. You can't blame Coraline. Blood's blood. A mom never really lets go of her kid.

I dragged my mom to the kitchen. "Mom!" "Lauren, you're a grown up woman. Talk to him okay? Besides, I was the one who asked him to come.. it's time for you to talk." She said and I guess she's right. It's been more than a year since we broke up and everything with Dylan is just.. weird. I've been spending my time reading a lot of books and time flies so fast until I realized I read 67 books. Well it's better than going to the club and making out with a random guy.