“
What are you guys going to do?” she asked.
“Snort cocaine.” Dylan gave her the first genuine grin she’d seen out of him all day.
“Absolutely no cocaine, any other kind of drug, alcohol, or girls.”
He pretended astonishment.
“Movies are fine.” She’d set parental controls. “So are the video games we already own.”
“What about board games?” Sebastian asked her wryly.
“More like bored games,” Dylan answered, taking a clunky stab at humor.
“Board games are allowed. As are puzzles. You can cook anything except meth. And, of course,
arts and crafts are always a wholesome option.”
“They could make jewelry,” Sebastian suggested, deadpan.
“Or tie-dye shirts,” Leah said.
“They could color.”
“Or do macramé.”
Dylan shook his head and took a few steps back. “Can I, uh . . .” He gestured to his room. “Go
now?”
Delightful child. Such an open, winning, sunny personality. “Yes.
”
”