Rachel and Cale cont.
Very sort of thrown together, may change it or improve it tommorow. It's like 2:47 in the morning...
It was late in the afternoon. Cale and his older sister Rachel had just finished lunch and their mother, Joy, was cleaning the kitchen/dining room. Rachel had decided to revisit the painting she had been working on in her spare time, on a canvas in the living room. Her little brother, Cale, 17 blue eyes like his father and jet black hair, like his mother, was flipping through the cable guide menu on the couch nearb...