“Oh hell no! Lucy! Get the gun!” The screen door to the kitchen slams shut. Barby’s muck boots crunch down the path through the rows of garden beds all tucked in for the winter. I drop my paintbrush into

Liam fumbles with his tie in the mirror, the silk flashing dark and blue. Not like that. Let me do it. He laughs and turns to face me. The tie slips loose the first time. My fingers pause, then

Rain pounds like hoof beats as I read under the school awning. Teachers raise their eyebrows at me as they trickle out the door. “School ended an hour ago, dear. I could give you a ride home, if you’d