CHAPTER 33

“Ben, have you seen Mr. Rabbit?” Imara yelled from the living room floor with a ball of light by her head. “I feel like we’ve had this conversation before, baby.” Ben leaned against the doorway of the bedroom and he laughed to himself as he watched Imara’s ass move while she reached under the couch in search of Eliza’s toy rabbit. “Damn, girl. Why don’t you reach a little further? I think he’s way in the back there somewhere. You know how tricky those damn bunny rabbits...