Eve dragged the vacuum down the hallway and into the guest bedroom. She knocked once but didn’t pause before opening the door. Mee-Kyong had been in the den all afternoon, working on her Scripture assignment. Eve heaved the vacuum in and shut the door behind her. It wasn’t fair that the new girl got the big bed, when Eve’s mattress was no larger than a child’s. Mee-Kyong was only a few centimeters taller than she, certainly not enough to merit double the sleeping area.
She skulked to the closet and fingered the clothes on the hangers. Some of them she remembered Kennedy wearing. Of course, at the time she never questioned why that spoiled American brat had dozens of spare outfits, some she only wore a few times a year. Kennedy was the Sterns’ daughter. Obviously she would have a nice ward
