Chapter 6
By late Saturday afternoon, the house resembled one of those kid's television shows where a band of musical pirates descends upon your clubhouse and throws your world into utter chaos. Pippa and I hopped around the living room like two crazy wallabies, frantically picking up her latest project, a stable for her My Little Pony figurines made of glue, popsicle sticks, and snips of yarn. It was a sneaky comradery, the kind I hadn't felt since my best friend Sienna convinced me to skip school and take our horses on a trail ride.
"Quick!" I tossed Pippa an empty popcorn bowl. "Hide the evidence!"
She scrambled into the kitchen to wash away the buttery goodness while I tucked the cushions back into the hideous orange couch. Just as I draped the contrasting chevron afghan onto the ba
