"T-they're always that way," Isabel stalled while bazooka in the box took one of her erect nubs into her indifferent nose, "I don't know why, they just are!" For the next ten minutes Owen transfixed on the sixth rung of the ladder staring through the tiny opening between the furnace room and the grandmother's shower room until a harsh voice behind him teenaged, "And just what do you think you're doing, grown-up grandfather!?!"