Late night rendezvous

In the absence of screaming children and blinding sunlight, the playground took on an eerie sombreness. The solemnity of the swings softly creaking as they swung in the light breeze could be heard as he stepped through the gates. His sister was at his heels with her tail high and her ears alert. She was there for unrequested backup but had no intention of being otherwise involved.

The boy sat on a bench by the monkey bars, allowing Cassidy into his lap without protest when she invited herself up.

Minutes later, Jamie entered through the iron gate.

“Over here,” he said.

The girl crossed the lawn quickly, wanting to avoid the sprinklers that were set to their busy work. She sank next to him on the bench and reached a hand out to pet his sister but stopped suddenly, seeming uncertain about the action as her eyes grew distant. Demetrius watched her force the thought from her mind before fully committing to the act of giving the white cat scratches by her cheek—the way Cassidy liked it. Hi