Shane walked into his parents’ house and in an instant knew all three of his sisters were there. An argument was escalating in the living room and the pitch would soon hit an octave only animals could hear.
“Quiet!” his dad bellowed.
His dad’s yell was like a tremor through the house. Without being in the room, Shane was able to picture all three girls frozen in place, mouths hanging open. There had been a time it would’ve worked on him as well. Now he didn’t have much to fight about when it came to his sisters. Being the oldest, and only boy, had its perks.
“What the hell is going on here?” Dad asked as Shane rounded the corner.
All three girls started in again, pointing fingers at each other, all saying little more than gibberish. Beyond the bellow, Dad never knew how to handle this.
