Noah took it and finished drawing a little square window in the door.

“Want to hang it up when you’re all done?” Michael asked.

“I want to put it on the fridge,” Noah said.

At six thirty the house settled into a deep, peaceful quiet.

Michael took a piece of clear tape and stuck Noah’s drawing to the white metal door of the refrigerator.

The paper hung perfectly level over the handle.

The yellow crayon sun shone down on the three figures standing safe in the yard.

Michael walked slowly into the front hall.