JJ
By the time I got home, Millie had claimed the kitchen table and half the supplies from the craft cabinet.
A strip of purple tape hung from her elbow, three markers had rolled beneath Nixx’s chair, and the cardboard motorcycle garage from yesterday sat in the middle of everything. Benny was holding the garage at eye level while Millie informed him that he had the entrance upside down.
“It’s a garage, baby. I’m pretty sure it works either way.”
“The door is at the bottom.”
“An important architectural detail.”
Nixx was at the stove, stirring something in a skillet. He glanced at me when I came in. “Before you ask, I already told them the garage doesn’t need a second floor.”
“It does,” Millie said without looking up.
Benny nodded. “The customer has spoken.”
“You’re encouraging her
