“Like Hawaii?” Sara said.
“Hawaii’s in the Pacific, derp,” said Katrina.
Still have some work to do with that one. I set my fork down. “Girls, please. Remember your manners. Particularly when we have a guest in the house. Now, I will have only kind words from here on out or there will be no dessert. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Miss Baxter,” went the chorus around the table.
The conversation was much more civil after that. It’s amazing what a little thing like the threat of no dessert can do for a girl’s attitude. I looked over at Katrina who was clearly grumbling, but said nothing.
Oh, if you only knew what I used to do to straighten out back-talkers, Miss Katrina. I chewed my lip for a second, before putting on a neutral expression again. The carrot before the stick, I reminded myself. Car
