Roman’s POV.
I wait anxiously for my sister to come back. When I hear her car arrive. I stand and my fists are clenched at my side. The door opens and I smile as Lenore flies past me just as Casey is hopping on one foot, removing her high heels. Before she throws them and catches Lenore, who has just launched herself as Casey.
“Oh, I’ve missed you.” Casey swings her around and our Lenny bean giggles. She is thirteen now and growing like a weed, but so is Lachlan. He is now eleven and is nearly as tall as Lenore.
“Hey, I recognise that shirt. I wondered where it went.” Casey says, pulling on the hem of the shirt Lenore is wearing. I chuckle as I walk closer and my sister is laughing at what Lenore just said when Lachlan comes skidding in from the kitchen with the pack of Dogue De Bordeau
