"I want to see your thing," Lindsay said. She beamed at me, broadly. Like a kid asking for a lollipop at the supermarket.
We were all in the living room after school. Unlike usual, when Lindsay would spend all afternoon lounging around at some friend's house, she'd hurried straight home. I was done with my classes for the day, and I'd camped out on the couch while Lucy brought our sister home from school
I'd been watching TV, coming down from the day, when our youngest sister rushed right into the house, threw down her things, then tossed a pillow onto the floor. She didn't even bother to say hello.
"Well?" she asked, staring up at me, impatiently.
I turned to Lucy, standing in the doorway. We shared a look somewhere between impressed, apprehensive, and excited. I don't know if even Lu
