I promised they would know the arrangements and that I would not disappear because another person found caring for them inconvenient.

That evening we made grilled cheese.

Caleb declared one triangle larger than the other.

Dylan insisted an eraser counted when measuring pencil length.

“The pencil court is closed for dinner,” I told them.

Caleb laughed hard enough to knock over the pencil cup.

Dylan began putting everything back into a line.

I signed the last form and put it in the red folder.