My Five Year Old Asked About A Man Who Visits At Night And I Set Up A Camera

what his ears are telling him.

The doorbell rang at two o’clock the following afternoon.

I looked at Ellie across the kitchen table, where she had been constructing an elaborate argument for why Gerald the rabbit deserved his own chair at meals. She looked back at me.

“Do you want to see who it is?” I asked her.

She was off her chair before I finished continue reading …