Her favorite window was five from the left on the 4th floor. She loved this family. She called them the Blue Family, because of the curtains.
Tonight, Dad Blue was at the dining-room table in front of his laptop, which he frowned at occasionally, also paying attention to Child Blue, aged four or five. Child knelt on a chair next to Dad, waving her skinny body around and finally sprawling her whole torso across the table, causing Dad to give up scowling at his laptop and tickle her.
Sam felt cool tears on her cheeks.