MONDAY - 7:03 AM - KITCHEN
"There are now TWO suns."
I looked up from the tea kettle.
Sera stood by the window in total offense, pointing at the sky.
I joined her.
She was right.
The normal sun hung in its proper place over the eastern horizon.
And beside it, about ten degrees higher, floated a second smaller sun. Softer. Silver-gold. Shimmering like a watercolor mistake the universe had decided to keep.
"It only lasted six seconds," Sera said immediately. "I want that on record."
As if obeying her, the second sun flickered and vanished.
Mira entered the kitchen carrying bread, glanced at the sky, and said, "Improvement."
"Improvement?" Sera repeated. "I made an extra STAR."
"Yes. Last month you made a canyon in the laundry room. This is growth."
"I hate all of you."
From the hall, Ezra yelled, "Did someone say celestial event?!" and sprinted into the kitchen half-dressed, nearly collided with a chair, looked out the window, and froze.
"...I missed it."
