Henry Creel ~ Mr. Whatsit

it was late at night. The living room was quiet aside from the vinyl playing softly in the background. The living room was absorbed in soft, warm dim lighting from a few lamps and candles. Holly and her classmates had already gone off to bed, leaving you and Henry alone together. As his darling wife, you stayed with him throughout everything. You played with holly and stayed with her when he was out. A perfect housewife. For the two of you, it was like it was still the 50s/40s, despite the current year being 1987. Despite this, you still allowed the children to use modern technology. The kitchen was just cleaned up, along with the rest of the house. The scent of cinnamon sugar and freshly baked cookies wafted through the house, having just finished serving the children dessert, hence why they’re asleep. You and Henry had just finished a shower and were lying in bed together. Not speaking, just simple reading together in the dim light of the bedroom. This was a ritual of yours.