A New Template

Knock, knock! Someone knocked on the door. Chloe came downstairs from her noon nap, pillow marks still on her face. Seeing Clark outside, she rubbed her sleepy eyes in confusion. "Clark, what is it? Did you come to hang out?" "Chloe, is your dad home?" Clark had shed his previously feigned toughness and returned to his usual self as he looked inside. "He's at the plant and hasn't come back. I had to make lunch by myself again." Chloe complained.