“You trying to say I’ve been acting like a baby?”
“No, not at all. Can I come in to explain?”
“No, you can’t. I have nothing else to say to you.”
“Just give me five minutes please. Doesn’t your little sister deserve that much?”
“After the way you acted, you only deserve about a minute.”
“Can I have that at least?” Cindy asked, her eyes dragged by sadness.
Charlotte stepped to the side, arms still folded, face still sour. “The clock starts now.”
Cindy sluggishly moved inside, not sure where to begin. “This rattle was supposed to remind you what you’re leaving behind when you get married.”
Charlotte sighed. “Look, I told you, I’ll be able to convince my man that we should have kids.”
“Not this man,” she answered, shaking her head. “He’s too stubborn, too bullheaded. And I don’t want
