Day 7

(Today's installment will be provided by SPECIAL GUEST STAR WRITER Harry Man. I don't know what he's gonna do. I can't be held responsible).

Fin made wonky stars. His mother picked up each one and placed them on the tin foil, and licked her fingers and dunked her hands in the warm soapy water of the sink. Fin wanted to do the same but he couldn't reach. (He was also still holding a star). Three o'clock came and the oven filled the kitchen and made both their cheeks go red. It made Rupert fall fast asleep.

So here he was, the wind burning like the oven opened and the cookies were ready, only now he was outside, in the cold, waiting for the hearse bearing his mother to pull away first, before opening the door to his cold car.