And then it's lunch time. Is Isabella around?

Yup, there she is, getting a burger.

"Hi, pet, how are you?"

"I'm alright. My plan to make Jackson happier by exercise didn't end up working, but I had fun anyway. How're you?"

"I'm just fine. Alex got into a fender bender though."

"Oh, is he alright?"

"He's fine. Car's dented, guy yelled at him, but only superficial damage and Alex is the one who got rear ended so insurance will pay out for him."

"Oh, well, not so bad then. Was he at fault?"

"Not to hear him tell it, but, well."

"Biased source of information."

"A bit. So Alex was just driving along with his halo at a jaunty angle and this guy comes screaming up at forty in a school zone while Alex is responsibly coming to a complete stop at a traffic light, you know how it is."

"Of course. Guy probably didn't even have a license."

"And there was an open container of beer in his car and he was on his cellphone and his car wasn't registered."

"I bet it didn't even have a plate."

"It was missing its windshield, too, and the brake pads were worn down and it had a taillight out. And he was crossing state lines with contraband."

"State lines? What was Alex doing near a state line?"

"Well, going to the start of the camp he's counseling at, but also the perpetrator was crossing state lines very fast."

"Had he kidnapped someone, too?"

"Of course. Tied up in his trunk next to the kilo of heroin."

"Really? Where'd he hide the guns and ammunition?"

"Stuffed into the backseat cushions under the escaped felons."

Sadde breaks out in giggles.

Isabella finishes assembling her lunch and finds a table for them.

He does the same and kneels by her.