“Yeah,” Gene said. “We definitely have to. If we get him with us, then he might not be afraid of Deacon so much.”
“Deacon…” She shuddered at the name. “I don’t know. He’s like us, too.”
“Don’t say that,” he shot back. “He’s nothing like us.”
“But he is,” Jeanne said, “just… backwards. In reverse. He’s as dumb as we are smart, you know?”
“Kinda,” Gene said. “I just don’t think what we are can work in reverse. You can only be so dumb.”
“And Deacon keeps getting dumber,” Jeanne giggled. “Maybe we don’t know everything yet.”
“But we’re close.”
“Yeah,” Jeanne said, closing her eyes. “Close.”
–
It turned out that the kids spent longer on their homework than expected, so the remainder of the evening was occupied with the bedtime routines. Phillip gathered up the day’s laundry as the kids showered, and checked on the clothes that were in the dryer already; they were done, but not yet necessary, so he left them in the machine. They could be run through again on low to remove the wrinkles, when the kids could get to folding them.
Gene was the first one ready for bed, as was usually the case, and Phillip played cards with him in the den until Jeanne came down. “I fed Matsuri,” she said. “She had water, too.”
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