To talk now would lead to an awkward explanation, given the note, this hurried flight and your recent crawling up her chest! So no, you maintain your silence for the moment, content to sit in this cave and admire its finely curved architecture, playing your fingers through the coating of fine hairs.
The outside world is not so silent, and in this ear the voices of the family are amplified immensely. Taylor's voice, originating not so far from your position, is loudest of all, and so you get a skewed sense of her dominating the conversation.
"What does anyone know about him?" Taylor says, leading the conversation.
"Nothin'," Ethan grunts. "He was just some dude. Always said hi if he saw me. Nothing to show that he was a psycho."
"It's always the quiet ones," Rachel says sagely.
"Abs? You?"
"Well..."
"Out with it!"
"He did ask me one time if we had any pets. So I told him about my allergies."
"Hmmm," Taylor muses, vibrating your location most subtly. "He must have wanted to know if we had a dog that might catch him when he broke in. He's been planning this a long time."
"I don't want you thinking about this," Rachel asserts. "This isn't some tv show where the kids outwit the adults. This man is dangerous, Taylor. Leave it to the police."
"Mom, I am eighteen and I -"
"While you live under my roof, you follow my rules. Leave it!"
Taylor huffs, and as silence descends you take a chance by peeking out. The family are all sitting quietly, but more alarming is the sight below, as Taylor's gargantuan fingers dig out some earphones. She's going to jam those in here with you, and that won't be pleasant!
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