That day when mom and dad came home, we were sitting in the porch again. Like a postcard, innocent, flowers and plants. Sunlight streaming in. But...If one looked close enough, you would know. We smiled, sighed. Our cheeks glowed, and the air in our voice when we said we were having a nice day.

The project? Oh, the project. Yes.

Oh yes, going perfect. Perfect. My Nicky sitting there with that bindfold on.

Why hasn't Nicky left yet.

We turn a little toward them. Oh, well, Nicky can stay this evening, the night. Yes.

Well, Nicky can stay one more night. He has some time in the morning. Yes, one...