AXEL
I tried not to groan when I peeked through the peephole on the front door and immediately identified my three siblings’ faces staring back at me. So much for staying under the radar. “You have got to be kidding me.”
“We can hear you,” Ray shouted from the other side of the door, the chuckle obvious in his voice.
“That’s just rude,” Hazel added. Then someone knocked on the door again, and I assumed it was her because she spoke again. “Come on, Axel. Let us in before someone sees us.”
“We would have fewer odds of being spotted if the two of you kept your voices down,” Vincent, the ever-level-headed one, informed our two siblings in a reprimanding tone like a parent addressed a naughty child.
Of course, that worked as well as using an umbrella on the lake to stay dry. Someone sno
