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An Only Moderately Creepy 3-Story Home in Suburban Columbus
How atypical are we talking? Alistair had asked.
"Well," Alex replied. "Let's put it this way. Even my family has a shoot-on-sight order for Cuckoos. And these two have been family members for years, without any large-scale destruction, bankruptcy or anyone killing anyone else. My cousin's even saved lives. And my grandmother makes the best tuna-noodle casserole I've ever had."
He got out of the car to open Alistair's door (yes, he'd engaged the child safety lock) to guide his... guest? Could you call him a guest when he was blindfolded? He really didn't want to think of another sentient being has his prisoner. He'd been in that kind of situation himself a few too many times.
He guided Alistair inside, making sure he didn't trip on any steps or wrinkles in the front-hall rug before calling out "Grandma? Grandpa? Sara? I kinda found... uh. Someone we should probably all talk to."
How atypical are we talking? Alistair had asked.
"Well," Alex replied. "Let's put it this way. Even my family has a shoot-on-sight order for Cuckoos. And these two have been family members for years, without any large-scale destruction, bankruptcy or anyone killing anyone else. My cousin's even saved lives. And my grandmother makes the best tuna-noodle casserole I've ever had."
He got out of the car to open Alistair's door (yes, he'd engaged the child safety lock) to guide his... guest? Could you call him a guest when he was blindfolded? He really didn't want to think of another sentient being has his prisoner. He'd been in that kind of situation himself a few too many times.
He guided Alistair inside, making sure he didn't trip on any steps or wrinkles in the front-hall rug before calling out "Grandma? Grandpa? Sara? I kinda found... uh. Someone we should probably all talk to."
