Student Casimir Shaw had been living in the South Seas for a whole week, eating and drinking every day and sticking to his mommy, feeling as happy as if it were New Year's every single day.
Every now and then, Leah would also pick up Benjamin Leclair and Nicholas Carter and bring them over; all of a sudden she was raising three kids at once. The usually quiet Squire Manor was filled with laughter and chatter every day. This kind of joy was something Casimir had never felt back at the Shaw Mansion.
Great-grandma liked peace and quiet, Old Shaw was a stuffy gourd, and he'd skipped grades so aggressively that all his classmates were several years older; basically, he had no playmates.
"Brother Casimir, you're happier than Benjamin." Benjamin's little tummy was round from eating, his big dark eyes curved into crescents when he smiled, looking absurdly cute. He tugged coquettishly at Casimir's clothes, seriously laying on the flattery.
