While Edith took care of her pest problem, Ethan stepped in front of the window. He imagined a football being projected through the glass, as though he had been the culprit instead.
Ethan went to join Edith outside.
"I think I have an idea."
"What's your idea?" She was curious now, and thankful the yard was free of Devil's Snare. She hadn't spotted any of it shrinking away from that light as it would so she figured it was gone.












