Re: Deluxe Floor: 12:01 AM
Evelyn paused, turning to look back at Max. There was something wrong with her face. All the pieces didn't seem to quite align, like a Picasso. Her chin looked sharp enough to cut. "You look familiar," she mused. "If you think searching for my poor baby boy counts as interesting, then yes." She pointed a gloved finger at him. "And the moral is, don't ask an honest question if you don't want to hear an honest answer."
She noticed the kettle he was carrying. A little steam was escaping from the spout, and she smiled. Hot water--perfect. "Would you come? You and your kettle could be very helpful." She imagined putting the baby in the tub and pouring hot tea all over the little escape artist, and her smile got sweeter.