There was a surprisingly nostalgic request. Anthony remembered those dreaded rainy afternoons. Some times he had slipped out anyway but on those occasions when he had been caught in his mud puddle hopping, forced into an early bath, and left in the bedroom with nothing but footie jim-jams, his cousin and a boring stack of books Alec had read to him. He had made it as fun as possible by attempting the voices and in some cases reacting the scenes. Many an epic sword fight occurred on his twin-sized mattress.

"I could do with a return visit to Treasure Island or are you still into mysteries? We could dive back into the Hardy Boys."

Then he settled on an idea that would solve the whole finding a book issue before it was one.

"I'll bring my iPad and you can pick out whatever you want. Hey,"

In a last bit of cousin-ly fussing that stray tuft of hair sticking up like a lightening rod was smoothed down on Alec's head.

"Try to get some rest too?"