"But Ma-I'm going to need the recipe to Robert Redford." She accented the D's in Redford, pursing her lips at the end hoping to get her mother's attention in her newest interest in Robert Redford, although she had no idea who he was.
Getting inside the home didn't make her worry. Her mother would be upset with we she found out that Huffy went through the window well in order to get inside. She might even take a wooden spatula to Huffy's behind, for not telling her the screen was broken in the first place, so Huffy sat down on the basement floor her knees arched up and her hands wrapped around them, listening to the sounds upstairs. She could pinpoint the exact room her mother was in, if she could hear the sound of feet moving. If she'd move around a bit more. She thought. "There!" she said excitedly to no one, looking up at the ceiling's left floor board. The floor board sat four feet below her dad's tool table, the one with the red tool set and his assorted containers of nuts and bolts, drill sets and other gadgets Huffy had no use for.
