"Maria, Maria! I want Maria!" She heard her baby brother cry at the top of his lungs, as soon as she stepped into that god damn house.
Teresa turned apprehensive eyes that screamed, "We need you here!" and Maria smiled absently at her, distractedly kissing her on both cheeks – as they, French, sure do – before going straight to the staircase.
She needn't turn to see Blake enter behind her. He said Harry might want him as they had bonded over yesterday's park-expedition. Teresa took in a sharp breath but said nothing other than that.
'Why, yes, he does look older... Actually, he is older!' Maria wanted to tell her. Sarcasm being at its best when she was in a bad mood. How inconvenient, huh?
As Maria neared her little brother's room, she heard her high-pitched squeak, "About time!" Clara
