A smile crept onto Charity's face, and then she let out a giggle at the image of Uncle Evander yelling at her from the front yard to get off the roof. Maybe living in an attic wouldn't be terrible—or maybe she should see if Uncle Alfred would teach her to get onto the roof anyways. She liked looking at the stars.

"Alright," she conceded, reaching out to grab his hand, "but if we don't see at least one fish I'm going to be mad."

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