“They’re not the greatest parents.” Avery nodded as she seemed to go quiet. “I’m fine. I’ll live. Grandma said food would be ready in about thirty minutes, should be ready by now.” Almost out of nowhere the two approached a large white house, with maroon shutters, roofing, and railing all matched with the maroon. “Follow me. Please, take your shoes off before you come in. I’ll show you the bathroom so you can wash up.”
“That’s good that you’re not allergic to anything. I used to be allergic to peanuts, but I’ve forced myself to be around them, and pretty much evolved my allergy into nonexistence.” She smiled. “It is good. Would you rather turn back now? There’s a short cut if we take that path there.”