"Hey Skarlet, now that I'm seven. Can I take Sonya outside to see Kitty?" Zero asked, gently tapping my shoulder.
"I guess, iust be careful. When you come in, I'll have lunch done." I said, looking up from my book.
"Tank you!" Sonya said, coming up behind Zero
Sonya climbed up in my lap, and gave me a kiss on the cheek. Then Zero tapped her hand three times, and they raced down the hall. I heard the door close, then Zero calling for Kitty. I swore that hand tap is like a secret code, or something.
I get up and walk into the kitchen. I open the ,finally working, fridge. I saw cheese, ham, grapes, juice, and milk.
"Sandwiches it is! With apple juice!" I said, to absolutely no one.
I got out the ham, cheese, and juice, setting them on the counter. Then got the bread down from the cabinets. After making three sandwiches, pouring juice, then putting every thing back up. I went outside to find Zero asleep against the tree, with Sonya leaning her head against him, slowly petting the cat in her lap.
"They're so cute."
"What?!?" I said, looking down the street.
Johnny was walking towards the house.
"Oh, good afternoon Johnny!"
"I came to give you some steak, they went out of date today, grill it for tonight. Oh, and can you watch the shop for me? I have to leave for a bit."
"Of coarse, it would be my pleasure to watch the store!"
"Thank you." He said, walking up to me, "Here's the key."
He handed me the key. I looked at the key, it had been made to look like a dragon, the teeth of the key its neck.
"It's the key to more than you know." He said, then walked off.
"What? Wait....What?" I said, but he was gone.
Zero yawned, blinked a couple of times, then looked over at Sonya. She was fast asleep, he looked at me helplessly. He didn't want to wake her.
"Here let me help." I said.
I walked and started gently shaking her.
"Sonya." I whispered, "Sonya."
She opened her eyes and stretched. They stood up.
"We avin samites?" She asked.
"Yah." Zero said.
I took their hands, and we went inside. We sat down at the kitchen table, and started eating our sandwiches. Then they went back outside, and I started on the steaks.
That night, I sat watching as they devoured the steaks. I'd put a little too much pepper, almost burned them, and they were almost as tough as leather, but they still loved them.
That night, as I unbraided Sonya's almost bleached blonde hair, she held her stuffed bear. When I was done, I tucked her into her new bed, in her new room.
"Nitey nitey Skarlet." She yawned.
"Night Sonya."
