Chapter Ten Ava“Ah-choo!”
Mom squeezes yet another bottle of lemon juice into whatever concoction she has boiling on the stove and grabs her wooden spoon to stir it. She swears whatever family remedy she’s cooking up will have both me and Barrett feeling better by the morning, but I have half a mind to think she’s just making hot toddies. Not that I would turn that down, mind you.
“I can’t believe both of my best helpers got sick at the same time,” she says, throwing a dash of ginger into the pot. “You guys are ruining all the fun.”
When she returns to the fridge to dig out her next round of ingredients, I sneak a peek at Barrett. He’s slumped over the kitchen table, the tip of his nose cherry red. I shoot him a knowing smile and he lets out a quiet huff before mouthing “your fault,” wi
