"Just a little more," he urged. He could hear them approaching. His baby mimicked her sibling's call.

"Nothin' a kid loves more than to do what their parents are doin'. My dad would tell me that if I wanted to stay on the playground as it got dark, he got to go home himself and help mom make dinner. I loved helpin' mom make dinner." And the dark was fucking scary. But that was beside the point.