“Téa.” Belle spoke low but punched the ‘T’ in her name. I mentioned that Robin, Neal and I had made a deal to dress up as superheroes this year for the school Halloween dance. “We were having a conversation about our Halloween costumes. Belle didn’t doubt he put on a similar show for his school teachers. He looked like a law student ready to deliver his opening statement at a mock trial. He made sure to sit straight, gaining a few years on his countenance.
Now, what are you and she arguing about?” “Well, you didn’t,” Gideon said, his voice bouncing with smugness. Téa immediately whined, “I was gonna guess nine!” Téa guessed ten while Gideon guessed nine. This happened a couple more times before Belle picked nine. Now, I’m thinking of a number between one and ten. “All right,” Belle declared once the children promised not to speak out of turn, “I want to hear both sides.
With no ready answer to Téa’s accusation, Belle demanded that the yelling stop immediately and that the kids, who were glaring each other down over the kitchen counter, sit at the table. No, Gideon had already picked and she should just pick another one. Something about how girls should dress up as girls, that no, that’s not fair, Téa could pick any costume she wanted. They’d spoken so quickly that she’d caught only snippets as she entered the kitchen. Belle was still reeling from the heated argument between her twelve-year-old son and seven-year-old daughter.
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