“Eat your breakfast first, buddy,” I said.

Haley came in and set her green canvas backpack by the door.

She pushed her big headphones down around her neck.

“Did you get the history paper done?” I asked.

Haley tucked her dark hair behind her left ear.

She took a clean ceramic plate down from the cabinet.

“I turned it in last night,” Haley said.

“The house was quiet.