As I came down stairs with two more mirrors, Oak was shouting something at Rose. Entering the living room I found them bouncing the pink beam between them with mirrors. My husband stood in the corner looking confused as always.
“More mirrors,” I declared.
“Give one to your husband, keep the other for yourself,” Oak commanded. I did as told while Oak continued. “Try and catch the purple beam in the same way.”
When Robert came in with the foil, Oak shouted “Give me that, and take my place here. Now,” he continued. “Time to close the trap.”
