I turned and glanced behind me, but Owen wasn't there. I walked back into the kitchen, and he wasn't there either. I briefly considered the possibility that he'd made a daring escape through the cat door. Then I saw him tucked into the corner between the wall and the stove. His shoulders were slightly rounded, arms straight, hands resting on his thighs, knees bent in a squat. Thinking I was getting in on the game, I called "Gotcha!" But he just glanced up at me with a look that was one part shyness, two parts annoyance and started backpedaling in place like he was hoping the walls would cocoon around him. I was confused.
But what my mind couldn't solve, my nose did.
So this past weekend when the three of us were in our bedroom putting up clothes and I saw Owen slink to the back of Scott's closet, I did the polite thing. I waited until he was finished and then took a picture.