When Wednesday finally reached the next floor, she strolled into the parlor where her parents were. Her father was sitting next to her mother on the violet loveseat in the center of the room. Gomez had one long arm around his bride and the other was grasping an expensive cigar. Morticia was snuggled close to him, her head resting romantically against his chest.
"Hello my little bat's ear," Gomez said in his rich Castilian accent. He lowered his cigar from his mustached lips and puffed a ring of smoke as he addressed her. "Are you going outside to play?"
"Yes father," Wednesday answered, grabbing her thick wool coat from the coat rack by the door. She through the black coat over her shoulders and pushed her arms into the sleeves.
"Are you going without your brother?"Morticia asked in her monotone voice, as she lifted her head of Gomez's chest.
"Yes, he wanted to come but I told him want to be alone today," she told her mother. Wednesday pulled her blood red mittens out of her coat pocket and slid them over her hands. Then she pulled a smaller version of her own coat out of another pocket and buttoned it onto her doll.
"Alright dear," Gomez said, turning to Morticia. "Just be careful and be home in time for dinner. Grandmamma is making henbane soup tonight, your mother's favorite."
"Okay father, I will," Wednesday replied as she turned towards the huge wooden door. She grabbed the large door handle and turned it to right. As she threw her body weight against the door, it creaked in disagreement. The door finally swung open and Wednesday stepped out into the cold mid-morning air. The rain pelted her in the face as she looked up towards the clouds. Wednesday closed her eyes and felt the rain fall around her. Wednesday opened her eyes, clutched her doll to her chest and sprinted towards the backyard.