Chapter 3i^3
Yanni’s mind raced on about keeping the light contained. Much like the spilled milk on the table, the spilled milk on the floor and the spilled milk on his son’s clothes, the damn light got spilt every time you tried to do something useful with it.
Thalia dropped the plate in the sink and grabbed a towel. “Oh Yanni, don’t just sit there! Clean up this mess. I can’t do everything around here,” she said and cleaned up after Georgie.
Georgie ran his fingers through the spilt milk on the floor and licked them. “No don’t lick that,” his mom said and slapped his hand lightly.
Yanni snapped out of it and started cleaning up with some napkins and said, “Yes, sorry, here. Not from the floor Georgie, we don’t eat stuff from the floor.”
But his mind raced on again. Tuning out the ba
