Jack was moving across to the kitchen door that led to the backyard, opening the door. They lived in the suburbia, now. Metro City was looming in the far distance, where it belonged now. In their house, the corner on the block, the newspaper was always delivered into the backyard, and Jack saw it from here by the pavement that led to the garden outside.
“I think my mother’ll forgive you if you don’t call her today dear.” Jack said as he quickly stepped outside and picked up the newspaper before Missy could get her teeth on it, and returned inside.
Drying her hands on the dish towel, Katelynn moved back into their bedroom to change into something warmer so they could go out. “Oh but you know me, your mom is such a sweetheart and I love talking to her,” she replied, taking a warm outfit and changing out of her nightgown.
“Last time I talked to her she asked about your little habits again,” she giggled.
“My little habits huh?” Jack asked on a smirk as he made his way to the kitchen table, removing the band from the paper, and sat down before spreading it out on the table. “You two… still make me feel like I’m a kid sometimes. Which, ultimately, is a good thing.”
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