I peek into the second room, door ajar. Six-year-old Ben Pirrip Cobalt hangs partially off the top wooden bunk, half the quilt with him, and he snores breathy fucking snores in deep slumber. The boy on the lower bunk rubs his amber eyes with his fist and then turns back into his pillow. Five-year-old Xander Hale has the most photogenic face of all the fucking kids. It’s been hard keeping him out of the limelight. Lo said that Xander has been counting down to the lake house. He’s the third-born of the Hale children. Maximoff, Luna, Xander, and Kinney.
