“Alright.” He held onto Fang’s hand while they walked through, “Not yet. I tried to have her lay down for a little while, but she wasn’t having it. She’s been kinda quiet for a little while though, so she’s probably getting tired.”
“Well, we can put her down when we get to your Tia’s,” he said. “I believe she has a crib or something.”
They stepped into Jammin’s living room just as a battered-looking Celeste and Jon tumbled through the front door.