Footsteps crossing between the master bedroom and the bathroom. Pausing at the top of the stairs. A soft cough.
“Alan?”
“It’s okay, Mimi,” he said.
She came down in a pair of his boxer shorts, with the topsheet complicatedly draped over her chest in a way that left her wings free. Their tips touched the ground.
“This is my brother Bentley,” Adam said. “I told you about him.”
“You can see the future,” she said reproachfully.
“You have wings,” he said.
She held out her hand and he shook it.
“I want breakfast,” she said.
“Sounds good to me,” Brent said.