The kids still jump up on those red vinyl stools as if on a carnival ride. Simplest things can entertain a child.
Doc and her would hit the door. It would be the first place she headed. And it seemed like the one closest to Hannah was her favorite. They would keep an eye on each other.
Even as a child she was responsible to a fault. She wore it like a duty, her loyalty to Jonas. They had each other, a girl and her grandfather left to meet the world as one ornery duo. Taking the world, and that red stool, for a spin.