Bedtime was done.
Franz had read the story — the one about the rabbit who wanted to fly, which Lily had heard four times and still asked for because she liked the part where the rabbit built wings out of leaves. Arianne had kissed their foreheads. Lily first, then Leo, the way she always did, because Lily would not tolerate being second and Leo did not care about order. The lamp was on low, the yellow shade casting a warm circle across the pillows. The door was pulled almost shut, a crack of light from the hallway falling across the floor.
The house was quiet. Downstairs, Aunt Estella was closing up the kitchen.
Lily's side of the bed was full.
