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

about twenty minutes before he is due to arrive. He brings her things: a small seashell from a beach he visited as a child, a book of riddles, a painted wooden bird he found at a market that she has installed in a position of great honor on her bookshelf, next to Gerald and Barnaby. He tells her stories, the ones he used to tell Jake and that Jake continue reading …