He was surprised his stepdaughter had asked for him and not her mother in the middle of the night. The 6-year-old had barely tolerated him up for the months they'd shared a home.
"What's wrong? Monsters in your closet?" he asked.
She nodded. "Mr. Bones won't let me sleep."
"Mr. Bones? That's funny, my monster's name was Mr. Bones when I was your age." He chuckled, "Hey, maybe he's here for me and not you."
She reached to turn off the light. "He told me the same thing," she said. He heard the closet door creak.