Chapter Eleven
“What do you think the kids are up to?” Trisha asked, watching the small group huddled around one of the gravestones.
“What makes you think they are up to anything?” Ariel asked with a surprised look.
“Because… they look just like we did when you found a new animal you wanted to sneak into the house or the numerous times we tried to hide me there,” Trisha replied dryly.
“The boys are still that way,” Morian chuckled as she watched the group of children animatedly talking to each other. “I can’t tell you how many times they plotted and planned, thinking I had no clue that they were about to get into mischief.”
“Right now, it looks like they are plotting again,” Ariel replied with a nod toward the men as they were bearing down on Paul and Morah.
“Oh my, not again,” Moria
