Part 2
Elected Hurricane Stage 4. ETA 10 Hours.
The family carried boxes into the basement safe. Friendly white living room walls replaced by sterile, desaturated grey alloy.
The threesome did everything, the golden baby included, it proved to be ugly, sweaty, miserable work. Kate's calves were burned through, having chosen that moment to attempt to open a fiery furnace business.
"Okay, we set up our furniture so cutely, but we can't just sit here. We need to meet people, expand our horizons and maybe, get us that nice big commission in one go. What do you think?"
Kate and Griff panted next to each other barely able to look up.
"Mom, that's fine." Kate panted out.
"Well, mom, what do you want?" Griff asked.
Kate wanted to smother his face in her palm until the twitching stopped.
"My kids to be happy."
Before Kate could projectile vomit, Griff fell on Kate's lap, presenting multiple means to fold him like a napkin but they were both such a sweaty greasy mess that it just felt like swimming in soup. Instead, Kate hugged him hard, and farted. It was loud enough to create a feedback loop of screams and struggles. Mother was held back from protecting her golden baby by a gaseous force field.