The sound of a frustrated huff had Andrea curiously walking into the living room. To her surprise, she found Cindy on her knees, her eyes closed as the girl felt around with her hands all over the carpet.
For a second, Andrea considered turning around and going back the way she came, but as soon as she stepped into the room Cindy stopped, opened her eyes, and turned her head in Andrea’s direction. A beat passed as neither of them spoke. Then Cindy huffed again in a typical adolescent manner, raised herself on her knees, and braced her fisted hands on her hips, glaring.
“Are you going to help me or just stand there and watch?” Cindy asked in a tone full of frustration.
Andrea arched a brow and really considered leaving. Cindy was obviously in one of her foul moods. But instead of leavin
