“What if everything falls down,” Amelia’s youngest asked, reaching for the last of the mini chocolates from the bowl.
“Then we get right back up,” she said.
“What if people cheat?”
“Then we play by the rules.” Amelia scooped the chocolates away.
“What if…there are more cheaters than us,” her youngest persisted.
“Impossible. There are more good people in the world than bad, sweetheart.”
“Just make a move already, huh,” the eldest complained. “For the thousandth time, by my rules, no one is ever allowed to pick on you. Ever.”
Amelia tried not to smile. “And you two remember my rules. Stalling this game does not get you to stay up past bedtime.”