Standing in the beam of refrigerator light, Malcolm squirted ketchup into his mouth.
"He's . . . visiting," I said.
Vincent narrowed his eyes and his voice took on a fatherly tone. "Why's he here at midnight?"
Malcolm licked the inside of a mustard lid, then said, "I'm here at midnight because I'm fulfilling Katrina's desire.

Author: Suzanne Selfors