“Vikki, what are you doing here? I’ve been home for the last two hours,” my sister, Anika, says when she finds me watching a spider crawling on the wall in the garage. “How mighty have fallen? Finally, a spider makes my energetic brother stop jumping?”
“Hello, Anastasia, what made you leave your evil lair?”
I call her Anastasia, the evil step-sister of Cinderella. I used to say she was not my real sister but an evil step-sister because of the way she tormented me when I was young.
Dumbo, Bambi, and their two puppies run to attack her with their kisses.
She laughs, “Where’s the third one? Mom told me Bambi gave birth to three puppies.”
“I gave away the third one.”
“Oh, to whom?” She says, sitting on the floor, rubbing both the puppies’ tummies.
“A friend,” I say. “At least she used t
