At the mention of her phone one of Enola’s hands automatically went to the pocket at her hip. Yep, still there. Strange attachments and dependencies with this trio? No, certainly not!
“Doing what?”
Two steps, that’s all it took to catch up to the tiny little godling that toddled around like she owned the world. Over protected and sheltered as she was Izzy was no wallflower. The child was bold, alarmingly so and had a mouth on her that was an infinite source of embarrassment for mother and a point of pride for her father.
Small hands reached for the elevator button and didn't quite make it.