Stacey closed the last book and set it on the coffee table. "Dude," Henry said, eyeing the books. "Totally," Stacey agreed. Headlights flashed across the house.
"Mom and Dad!"
The siblings hurried to put the papers back in the box and take it upstairs. They turned, and there was their mother, blocking the stairs.
"Uh, hi, Mom. What is this doing in Uncle Rodney's attic?"
"Because he's a descendant of Clarence."
