---Mundane

But while we scurried about intent on meeting our schedules we let Ada be, leaving her to live in her dreams while we moved about, shuddering with every contact our persons had with the morning chill.

We acted as though we didn’t know she wasn't in bed curled up underneath her blanket, asleep. My father knew too, yet for all he was he never acted as though he knew, and my mother nne either pretended to not know, or really didn't know. No one cared to tell her and she didn’t care to check, and for some reason she thought Ada to be innocence personified, so we let her believe Ada was indeed innocent, that she was made of lilies, and forever immersed in holy water. We kept mute about it.

And as the sun peeked out, awaking we to the fact that so much more existed beyond our walls of pretend stability, a new bustle began. The rush to escape the walls that bound us was maddening, especially for myself and my brother Ike, the need to leave was extreme.