A stray bit of moonglow found Asher asleep on the couch, the only sound his faint snoring breath. Just about every nook and corner of the house was still, Bruce was asleep on a rug in the hallway, and there was a summer breeze outside as evidenced by the swaying branches of the young maple outside the dining room window. It was a warm night, and the back door had been left open. Maggie slept in her upstairs room, worn thin from the week’s events.
A streetlight revealed the tiniest movement at the kitchen door. A funny little smiling face, the face of a clown, but half painted blue bobbed into the kitchen through the back door. The weird little clown poked up out of a backpack slung on a small trespassing figure.