When Allie suggested Castle Clinton, Ollie nodded his head yes. "Perfect. Sometimes I think people forget that place even exists…" he didn't want to admit it, but he certainly did. The plan to snag something from there revitalized Ollie's confidence. "It's less secure than some of the other ones, too, because of how open it is. It's a perfect place to do a grab and go. Good choice, Als," he smirked, patting his sister on the shoulder.
Allie's dramatic request for him not to mention the crappy Christmas cards was met with a laugh. "Sorry, Als. Okay, the snowman ones were bad. Really bad. But you have to admit that it was fun the year they had us dress as Misfit Toys…" he nudged her gently. "I really didn't like being the polka dotted elephant but the idea was pretty epic…" he added with a snort. "Mama totally painted polka dots on my face too, remember?"
The question about Uncle James brought a wistful look to Ollie's face. For all the love he had for their father, their uncle was the first real father figure he'd really had. But if anyone, anyone in the world, was still alive, it was Uncle James. "It takes more than this to take Uncle James out," he said seriously. "It's only a matter of time before he finds us." At least he hoped so.
He laughed when she asked about naughty dreams, and shook his head no. "No naughty dreams, I promise. She's just a friend Als. Night. Sleep well and please don't play cymbals in my ear in the morning," he repeated the joke from earlier with a bit of a smile.