“WHAT?” Brayden whispers, meeting Hanna’s disproving stare. It’s a little louder than he intends and he glances quickly at Cloe, but she’s currently busy trying to help the toddler gang with something, one of them has apparently either glued a wrong piece of craft or themselves to the paper and it takes some effort to fix this.
“You’re just like your mother. I’m basically on time,” he adds for good measure.
I recognize Darryl to my surprise, I thought he was away on a trip. Guess that’s old news
. “Darryl? Yeah, uh, okay. Just… don’t move, alright? We’ll get you out of here.” I check if there’s something I could use as a lever, but decide it’s probably faster if I get some help. I’m about to call out when someone else arrives. Odin. The guy keeps his business to himself and he’s not much of a talker, but as it happens he comes around when you least expect it, an ability I never quite have been able to explain, like he knows what’s happening in the mall through osmosis. Or alternatively, he’s just a really attentive guy.
What matters, is that Odin is giving me a hand with the wardrobe.
“Alright, on three. One, two, three!”
I do hope we manage to lift the side high enough to give Darryl sufficient wiggle room.