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Wendell smiled after he stood near his bedroom window. His eyes were on Mr. Lewis as the latter approached the front door of his home. He ran from the window. It was time for the usual game of hide and seek. Wendell remembered playing the game ever since he was four. He saw a closet and ran into it. After shutting the door, his smile remained.
A game always caused Mr. Lewis to relax. He always smiled as he searched for his son. A game after a day of picking pockets. Stealing as many pretties as possible. Sometimes stealing bracelets. Perhaps a diamond necklace.
Mr. Lewis managed to steal one emerald bracelet that day. He opened the door and entered his home. His eyes were on his wife. One kiss for her.
Wendell tried not to laugh as he sat in darkness. It never bothered him. He figured he was always used to darkness. He imagined his father pretending that he had no idea where he was. A smile. Glancing at the ceiling. Wondering where the six-year-old boy was.
''I do wonder where Wendell is.''
Wendell continued to smile. His shoulders moved up and down at the same time as he tried to prevent a laugh.
''Are you under the bed, Wendell?'' Silence. ''I guess not.''
Wendell heard his father's footsteps near the closet door.
''Maybe Wendell is in here.''
The knob turned and eventually stopped.
''Maybe Wendell is under my bed this time?''
The door opened at a fast pace. Mr. Lewis smiled after he found Wendell. It remained after the latter wrapped his arms around him.
Mr. Lewis revealed the emerald bracelet. ''A pretty for the Lewis family. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes,'' he said.
Wendell looked forward to a new game of hide and seek.