“Sorry about that,” she said with a shrug, not knowing what else to say. “I heard your mother when she told you to stay away from us.” “I’m not supposed to talk to you,” she admitted with a sigh, because she actually liked talking to him. “That doesn’t mean that she’s prettier than you.” With a sigh, she gestured towards her mother who was talking to the movers. “Why do you think I’m lying?” he asked, sounding curious. “You’re a bad liar,” she said, blindly reaching out and grabbing the stick so that she could focus on peeling bark off it instead of how much his words had pleased her. “You’re prettier,” he announced, making her realize that he was staring down at her once again. She could tell him that she looked like her father, but she wouldn’t do that, because it would only lead to more questions, questions that she didn’t feel like answering. He’d want to know if she’d been adopted and when she told him no he’d probably argue with her like most kids did, pointing out the fact that her mother had pale skin, blonde hair and gray eyes while she had black hair, a dark tan and green eyes. She sighed heavily as she lay back on the overgrown grass and waited for the question that would probably have her reaching for the stick next to her and throwing it at his head. “You don’t look like your mom,” he pointed out with a curious smirk as he shifted his gaze to her mother who was still unpacking their car. “No, that’s okay,” she said, already knowing that she’d get her brother back later for telling on her. “Do you want me to beat him up for you?” he offered as he leaned back against the tree.įor a minute she considered saying yes, but after a slight pause she shook her head with a sigh. The boy looked thoughtful before he added, “He cries like a girl.”

“He had it coming,” the boy said, drawing her attention back up to find him still perched on the branch above her head. Marybeth narrowed her eyes on her older brother before she shifted her gaze away, refusing to give her brother the satisfaction of seeing her upset. Jake smiled as he took another big bite out of his ice cream sandwich. With an annoyed sigh, she decided to ignore him, hoping that he would take the hint and go away so that she could sit there glaring at her brother in peace as he made a big show out of eating the ice cream that their mother had given him. “No,” the little boy, who’d been staring at her ever since her mother had put her in time out twenty minutes ago, said with a careless shrug.

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