Vance put the blue paper after you pressed your thumb on it?”

Bennett pointed his little thumb back toward the hall.

“In his coat.

The big black wool coat with the thick gold buttons on the sleeves.”

“Did he say what the blue paper was for?”

“He said it was a secret game for people who own houses,” Bennett whispered.

I took his ceramic bowl to the sink, even though he’d barely eaten two little bites of oatmeal.

“Run upstairs and put on your sneakers, sweetie.