Veronica Parker helped him. How did you get in?

The last thing Veronica looked for was Peter, lying on the sofa and looking down. "Is this where our little warrior was?"

Peter climbed up excitedly, his eyes bright and happy, holding a gun in his hand. "Mom also found me to mess with!"

Isabella smiled and walked out of the room. "It's time to eat."

Veronica got up and said, "Come on, everyone. Let's eat. Mom will wash your hands first."

The six little ones lined up and took turns to wash their small hands and knead them in the palms of their hands. They were small, soft, and lovely,...