I was asleep on the kitchen floor, belly pressed against the cool tiles. The car door slammed and my head sprang up. I heard the crunch of feet on the gravel, the jingling of keys, and the creak of the front door as it swang open. I frantically looked around for something to grab, and settled on an old lonely slipper half sticking out from under the sofa. The two of them came in, as they normally ...