''How's Mae?'' Zan asked my mother, when she came into the dining room where we were having breakfast on Tuesday morning,
looking tired.
''She's feeling better, but I've given her the day off school.''
''She's so faking.'' I laughed.
''She is not,'' Mom argued, but I rolled my eyes. ''Leave your sister alone, she's not like you, faking some random illness every other week to get out of your classes.''
I laughed as I thought back, ''You fell for it every time.'' I said smugly, but she just glared at me.
''She might be stressed because of Harper,'' Zan said, sounding guilty, ''If it's affecting her health, I... I can put up with Harper taking care of her.''
''No, we can't trust Harper anymore,'' Dad responded, ''I don't even like her still taking care of Mae, but we need to do this s
