Vin gazed into the blue sky, listening to his sister complain. It seemed her habit, even though she usually enjoyed the bi-monthly family outings. It was nice, he reflected, to have a family to go on outings with. His grandparents had always been too busy, or too important, to do something as simple as a picnic lunch.
“I can’t believe you turned down an opportunity to have a yacht party,” Mila huffed.
True, his grandparents had offered to have Coriolanus brought in to Lake Michigan through the St. Lawrence seaway. And, of course, he’d been stupid enough to mention it to his sister, who’d pouted and whined and generally acted like the teenager that she was.
Vin exhaled, blowing his sweaty hair off his forehead. He grinned down at his little sister. “I’ve been on a yacht before. Have you?
