"One other piece of news", says Melissa, pausing at the kitchen doorway. "I got a phone call from Tristan's nom. She wants to come over here tomorrow morning. Apparently, her son left his teddy bear behind. Jenn says she's already located it. She also wants to stay and talk to us, that she has a whole bunch of questions."
"Aw, how sweet", says Carl in a mock nursery little voicy-poo. "The little boy forgot his wittle teddy bear and mommy is coming over to get it for him. Aw, isn't that 'tweet."
"Carl", says Melissa flatly, "It's past your bedtime."
"Nighty-night, sister dearest", he says as we all follow her out of the kitchen and Carl turns off the light. Quietly we three ascend the grand staircase, then the stairs up to the attic. As Carl pauses by his borrowed room, he says, "Anyone for a nightcap?"
"What did you have in mind?" says Francois smiling.
"I smuggled up a big bag of potato chips earlier. Anyone still hungry?"
"Nope. Bedtime." says Francois.
"Ditto", I agree.
"Goodnight. " Carl says, grinning. "Party-poopers."
"Good night, party boy", says François.
"Goodnight", I concur, swiftly and quietly closing behind me the door of what was once Carl's boyhood room...
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