“Mom,” Ollie asked curiously, “can we go in?”
“Your dad said to go in and find the kitchen and food so let’s go explore,” she grinned as the kids gave a yell and tore excitedly across the patio into the house. She followed and laughed as they had made a beeline right through the house towards the other side and were frowning over their shoulders.
“What’s wrong?”
“I was hoping we could see the beach.” Max made a face.
“It’s late. We’ll see the beach in the morning. Food and bed.”
“I’m not tired,” Ollie protested but stalked off in search of the kitchen. She pulled a door open, “it’s a bathroom.”
Bobbie frowned at the child unsure if she was playing or serious. She pointed in the direction of the well-lit, open concept kitchen, dining and living space, “uh, right there.”
“Do you thin
