“Why are you on the floor?” She looked at them, letting her backpack dangle from her arm.
“Oops,” Wyatt whispered.
Del guessed that was as much of an explanation either he or Wyatt was going to be able to give her, so he ran with it. “Yeah, there was an oops, but it’s all better now. Do you guys want a snack?”
“Sure, what do we have?” Harper plopped the backpack by the wall out of the way—there’d been an incident where Del had almost fallen one day, and they’d all learned from that experience—and waited for Del to get off the floor.
“I’m not sure, but we’ll check. Dinner is a bit later than usual, Justin has to stay at work for a bit longer so we’ll wait for him, all right?”
Wyatt went back to his chair and Del went to check the fridge.
“So how was school?” he asked Harper, who had come to lean on the island.
There was something on her mind, but Del knew her well enough by now that asking about it directly wouldn’t work.