Raven hurried back to the table while I helped my parents up. Dad started to push the dislocated furniture back into place.
“Give me a hand with this dresser, will you?” he said to me.
“No time for that now,” asserted Raven. “I need you all three of you over here. Help me make sense of this puzzle.”
As we joined him at the table the cats walked in, making their indirect way to arrive at the sofa. “Busy house,” they yawned, curling up.
Raven grabbed the lock of hair. “This is where we start!”
