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When I saw Ron, I heard him. My youngest brother was intrigued by the summer house we were living in, which was almost double length of our regular house. Dad was drawn in by the home as well, nearly colliding with the rear of Mother's car because he's too preoccupied with staring up at it out the window. My family acts as though they were a middle school sweetheart reunited after weeks apart. For their kids to watch, but there was too much hugging and touching. "Let's just go wipe our eyes with treated water," I said Bryce as I led them through into house and left our parents to hump in the road. "Hey, Colin!" Esther said as we passed by the kitchen on our way to the pool, which has been Bryce's primary topic of conversation since his arrival. She gave out a spoon soaked in azure icing
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