YOWZA! What a hook!
While I sit here on the edge of my seat and bite my nails, I'll just note that Claire lost her "e" once:
"Daddy!" Clair screeched. I brought my eyes away from the fallen hero and back to the road just soon enough to swerve away from a lumbering shadow moving across the road. Possum, maybe.
I don't suppose I could talk you into Tuesdays and
Thursdays . . . ?