PSI-2 Maggie was on the front porch with Erik, and some toys, and trying to approximate playing. The previous Sun’s Day, she had departed from…
PSI-4 Milo opened his door at five in the morning and detected breakfast. Possibly pancakes. Definitely something to do with eggs and sugar. He smiled…
PSI-3 It was pale dawn, cold and foggy. Seth Zusman, in a frayed pair of denim trousers and a threadbare sport coat, navigated his way…
PSI-2 Soup had, after a few impatient lessons from Maggie, managed to hard-stick tin cans to the soles of his shoes. He was walking back…
PSI-1 Coming down the sweeping staircase, Sanaam had snagged Hyacinth in the front room and put in an urgent request for something to do. In…
PSI-1 Sanaam got dressed in the upstairs bathroom and crept down the stairs. It was still dark out. He didn’t know what time it was…
PSI-2 Ann changed into her nightie. Ann and Milo’s nightclothes were something of a compromise, since they were shared. There were some very nice nighties…
PSI-2 Erik was lining his soldiers up on the stairs. Carefully, off to one side, so no one would get hurt by them. In order,…
PSI-1 Erik and Maggie both got crayons for Yule — on the very last day, like an afterthought — and not much else. Maggie and…
[PSI-3] He hated it less the second day. They produced chicken à la king with no chicken. “Meat is a texture thing,” he told Maggie.…