She’d rolled her eyes. “And then maybe you can get the rest of your stuff out of my room. There’s still a PETA poster on the wall. I don’t know how you aren’t embarrassed by it. I know if I were you, I’d be embarrassed. But I’ve never been a meatless wonder under the thrall of a terrorist organization that disguises itself by claiming to advocate for the rights of animals.”

“There’s three of them now,” Creed moaned in the background. “Why are they like this? I already got used to Bear and Ty, and now I have to do it again?”

I thought it’d take longer for her to get used to Otter and me by the way she’d stared forlornly at the Kid as he left. But then she’d turned to us and said, “I don’t have a lot of stuff. I never needed it. But I like books. I don’t have money, but I promise I’ll do chores or whatever you ask of me if you could get me some books.”

Otter and I had been speechless before we both nodded, stumbling over ourselves in trying to reassure her.

“Like, Twilight books?” I’d asked her before glancing at Otter. “Is that what girls read these days? Twilight?”

“I think so,” Otter said. “But aren’t they supposed to be terrible?”

“I think most of the stuff for teenage girls is supposed to be terrible.”

“We’ll buy you Twilight tomorrow,” Otter told her.

“Oh my god,” she moaned, her face in her hands.

Otter and I high-fived, because we were already so damn good at the parenting thing.

But she must have still been exhausted, because she was asleep almost as soon as her head hit the pillow. I didn’t know—well, I didn’t know anything about her, not really, so I fretted for a moment about whether or not to shut the door or leave the hall light on in case she needed it.

I kept the light on and left the door open a crack.

So it’s quiet now. The Green Monstrosity is creaking, as it always does, and Otter’s finishing up in the kitchen. I’m on the couch, trying to think about everything tomorrow will bring.

I jump when Otter’s hand runs through my hair. He’s standing behind the couch, and I tilt my head to look back at him.

“Hey,” he says.

“Hey, yourself,” I say back.

“You look like you’re a little lost in your head again.” He knows me.

I shrug. “It’s… a lot.”

“Today?”

“Yeah.”

“I know. Tell you what. All of that will still be here tomorrow, right?”

“Unfortunately.”

“So let’s just say, for tonight, we focus on just the good. And then we can worry about the rest tomorrow.”

“I don’t know if it really works like that.”