#Chapter77
The Birthday Girl
The ticking of the Grandfather clock synced up perfectly to the tapping of Jasper’s shoe against the black-and-white checkered floor until he finally shifted his eyes to the stairs. /"Hurry up, Sugar!/"
After he tousled the dark curls on his head in the mirror, his eyes dropped to Teddy’s reflection. /"Will you go drag your sister down here, please? She’s going to be late for her own goddamn birthday party./"
From the warm, burgundy wall he leaned on, Teddy pulled his hand from his pocket and pointed his finger gun at his father. /"Don’t you worry about a thing, Daddy; I’m on it./"
The ting of his fingers bouncing off the cast-iron spindles of the staircase kept time with his shoes sliding across the Oriental runner that led him to Tessa’s room.
