Sixteen: RoseSurveying the kitchen, I knew I had a lot to do. Breakfast cookies were in the oven, and cranberry ginger muffins were cooling on the counter. Now it was just the clean-up. Why aren't there little faeries to come and clean my baking pans? It might have sounded ridiculous, but I felt bad as soon as I thought it. Like magical little faeries should be relegated to kitchen duty. It was prejudiced. Even if they weren't real.
Once the sink was full of bubbles, I heard the tell-tale groan of Rowyn's Civic outside. It usually wasn't a good sign when she showed up unannounced, but I tried not to jump to conclusions while I dried my hands. The front door flew inward, and I realized I should have gone ahead and jumped to whatever conclusion I had been envisioning. Her eyebrows were knit
