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10. The Bank
Author: Kayysemiu023
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Elaine still couldn't get Van out of her head. It was still a shock that someone who looked so poor could possess such amazing skills. But something was still unclear to her. If he was such a talented man, why was he dressed like that?

"Father, why do you think he was dressed like that?" She asked, looking confused. "If he's really a doctor, he should be rich right?"

"Well that's the thing, he might not be a doctor. Have you seen a doctor without a medical license? My guess is that he must be a scholar."

"A…scholar?"

"Yes. Maybe he's undergoing some kind of training. You know how complicated the minds of philosophers are. No one can fully understand them, all we can do is make our guess."

"But what form of training would require him to be in such an outfit?" Elaine didn't understand.

"You know the Oakland neighborhood is a small one, people like us hardly ever go there. But philosophers like him might want to go undercover. They tend to bend their nature to fit whatever aspect their
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  • 321. Welcome Back

    The front gate chimed at exactly 9:37 AM.Van, already halfway through his second cup of coffee, looked up from the kitchen island where he was sorting mail. “They’re back.”Ivy— still in her robe, hair twisted in a loose bun— smiled from across the counter. “Brace yourself.”“Should I stretch?”“Too late.”The front door flung open a moment later, and in stormed Ethan, superhero cape trailing behind him, arms full of drawings and candy wrappers.“I HAVE A NEW NAME,” he declared in a triumphant voice. “CALL ME —ELECTRO -PANCAKE!”Van blinked. “Why?”“I don’t remember!”Behind him, Ella followed with a shoebox under one arm and a paper crown on her head. “Don’t step on my treasure chest. It’s VERY delicate.”Isadora, who had volunteered to go with Macy for the pickup, brought up the rear carrying a lopsided stuffed penguin and two bags of snacks.“Remind me,” she muttered to Van, “next time, we only keep one of them.”“Deal,” Van said. “Which one?”They both looked at the kids, who wer

  • 320. Date Night

    It was well past nine when the house finally fell quiet.The twins were still at Macy’s for their overnight visit, Isadora had retreated early with a book and a soft “no interruptions” warning, and baby Leona— miracle of miracles— had fallen asleep after just ten minutes of Ivy’s singing and a slow sway around the room.Van stood by the crib, watching her tiny chest rise and fall, hands on his hips, head tilted slightly in disbelief.“She’s out,” he whispered.Ivy, wrapping herself in a soft shawl, nodded. “She’s never out this fast.”“She must be saving up energy to wake us up at three AM.”“Don’t jinx it.”He held up his hands. “Okay, okay. I didn’t say anything.”Still barefoot, Ivy padded toward the door and flicked the dimmer switch. The nursery melted into soft shadows.“Wine?” she asked over her shoulder.Van raised an eyebrow. “Are we doing this?”“I think we are.”He didn’t need a second invitation.Downstairs, the house looked different in the low, golden light of the sconce

  • 320. Date Night

    It was well past nine when the house finally fell quiet.The twins were still at Macy’s for their overnight visit, Isadora had retreated early with a book and a soft “no interruptions” warning, and baby Leona— miracle of miracles— had fallen asleep after just ten minutes of Ivy’s singing and a slow sway around the room.Van stood by the crib, watching her tiny chest rise and fall, hands on his hips, head tilted slightly in disbelief.“She’s out,” he whispered.Ivy, wrapping herself in a soft shawl, nodded. “She’s never out this fast.”“She must be saving up energy to wake us up at three AM.”“Don’t jinx it.”He held up his hands. “Okay, okay. I didn’t say anything.”Still barefoot, Ivy padded toward the door and flicked the dimmer switch. The nursery melted into soft shadows.“Wine?” she asked over her shoulder.Van raised an eyebrow. “Are we doing this?”“I think we are.”He didn’t need a second invitation.Downstairs, the house looked different in the low, golden light of the sconce

  • 320. Date Night

    It was well past nine when the house finally fell quiet.The twins were still at Macy’s for their overnight visit, Isadora had retreated early with a book and a soft “no interruptions” warning, and baby Leona— miracle of miracles— had fallen asleep after just ten minutes of Ivy’s singing and a slow sway around the room.Van stood by the crib, watching her tiny chest rise and fall, hands on his hips, head tilted slightly in disbelief.“She’s out,” he whispered.Ivy, wrapping herself in a soft shawl, nodded. “She’s never out this fast.”“She must be saving up energy to wake us up at three AM.”“Don’t jinx it.”He held up his hands. “Okay, okay. I didn’t say anything.”Still barefoot, Ivy padded toward the door and flicked the dimmer switch. The nursery melted into soft shadows.“Wine?” she asked over her shoulder.Van raised an eyebrow. “Are we doing this?”“I think we are.”He didn’t need a second invitation.Downstairs, the house looked different in the low, golden light of the sconce

  • 319. The Visit

    The Everest home was quieter than usual.That morning, the twins had been picked up by Van's sister Macy, their overnight bags in hand and enough excitement between them to power a small planet."It has been way too long since I've been bothered in the most stressful and adorable way possible." She had said. “Aunt Macy said we can build a pillow castle and eat marshmallows before bed!” Chloe squealed, practically vibrating in her seat.Billy leaned out the window. “Don’t forget to feed the fish! They get lonely!”“I will!” Van called back, laughing as the car pulled away.Then the front door closed, and the house fell into a soft, almost strange stillness.No footsteps.No juice spills.No emergency crayon negotiations.Just the distant hum of the city and Leona’s tiny breathing from her wrap, snug against Ivy’s chest.For the first time in months, Van and Ivy had a day mostly to themselves.Well …sort of.Isadora was still in the house, of course. Somehow she had moved from staying

  • 318. Picnic Day

    Leona’s First LaughThe morning was bright and gentle, the kind of late spring day that felt like a lullaby. A soft breeze swept across the city, rustling treetops and fluttering curtains. It was the perfect day to be outside —Van had declared it as such just after breakfast, still holding a cup of coffee and dodging toy blocks scattered by the twins across the kitchen floor.“We need air,” he said, setting down the mug and lifting Leona from her bassinet. “We’ve earned a park day.”“We?” Ivy asked from the dining room, one eyebrow raised as she rocked gently in the chair with a sleepy Leona resting against her chest.“Yes, we,” Van replied, grinning. “You, me, the twins, Isadora— everyone. Come on, you can’t say no to fresh air and juice boxes.”“I’m listening,” Billy said, crawling out from under the table like a commando.Chloe threw her hands in the air. “Yay! Picnic time!”Isadora, seated at the counter with her second cup of tea, didn’t even look up. “Already packed the basket.

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