Old posters, cassette tapes, graphite pencils, ballpoint pens, coloring books, swimming goggles... Miscellanies are tossed one after another onto the bed. The young boy seems to be looking for an important treasure, hence his excursion through his big brother's 'secret base.' 'Look what I found! Liv, you gotta look!' The young girl comes running at the call, and seeing the topsy-turvy state of the room, somewhat angrily pouts. 'Lut! You... Harley said not to mess with Enis's stuff!' '*clatter*! It's the schedule for Enis's part-time job— 'Don't you wanna know where he went today, and what he's doing now?' '......' The boy waves about his brother's schedule, brandishing it like it's a spoil of war. The girl follows with big round eyes, watching fixedly as the sheet flutters through the air. She's totally won over, the errands the grown-ups gave her gone in a puff of smoke. 'Enis said he'd play kick the can with me!' 'Enis said he'd braid my hair for me!' And so, one sprawled on the bed and the other leaning by the wall, the two little rascals vie over it, each wanting the bigger slice of their brother's time. '5:30, restock, there is no pepper, if you do not buy it Harley will think the food tastes like nothing again.' '9:30, deliver letters, also mail Chuck the trekking sticks he wants, they are just picking up dust at home.' 1 to 4, Grandpa Tom's sunbathing time, look after store for him. Save ice cream for Liv and Lut, strawberry and chocolate!' 'At 6...' 'At 8...' The day was packed, and the to-do list was too. The little ones looked and pondered, and it seemed there was no free time to squeeze in anything else. 'Oh, with so much to do... will Enis make it back for dinner?' 'He'll definitely come back for dinner! Instead of going for ice cream, let's help Harley with dinner...' 'So, no more kick the can?' 'No more hair braiding!' The little boy pulled out a chessboard from under the bed, and the little girl found the chess pieces in a drawer. 'After dinner, we can play this!' 'But Enis has been working all day; he must be really tired... Will he still play with us?' 'Of course! Enis says... 'He loves playing with us the most!'