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“Davey was ten, Jilly was nine,” Mrs. Mayer began. “With the two of them so close in age, they were always fighting and competing for something—who could watch their TV program that night, who got to have what they wanted for dinner, who got more birthday presents, who got to ride in front—
“And that was what the fight was about that day. They were carpooling with our neighbors the Wilsons that morning, and the whole fight during breakfast was about whose turn it was to sit up front. Jilly said Davey had had two turns in a row, Davey disputed that—it was all so ridiculous.
“Then when Margie Wilson drove up, Davey ran out of the house first and jumped into the front seat. Jilly started crying. I was going to be late for court and didn’t have time to get involved. Jilly begged me to te
