“This room is cursed.”
Nolan slowly lifted his head from the Star Wars pillow it was resting on. He barely opened his left eye and regarded Rick standing in the doorway. “What?”
“This room. It has to be cursed.”
Nolan closed his eye and plopped his head back down.
“No one who sleeps in this room can ever hear me yelling for them,” Rick said. “I swear, Cameron was late to school every single morning. It must be a curse. It’s the only explanation.”
Nolan groaned and buried himself deeper in the blankets.
“Okay, go back to sleep if you want to,” Rick said. “But don’t come crying to me when all the food’s gone.”
“Okay,” Nolan said. “I heard the word food. That’s the only reason I haven’t kicked your ass already.”
“You can try, little man, but you would fail. And yes, food. We slept too
