[ It's a big enough house that it takes a while, just like back home — the kids running up and down those narrow hallways and thundering up-and-down the stairs, trying to find each other. Anything with the semblance of a game was turned into training, as much as possible. Once Luther hears the distant sound of his brother's voice from the stairwell, though, he calls out from the basement den, where he's slouched on the sofa with a book. ]
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Down here! In the den.
And don't call me Lulu.