Chapter 56: Miranda

Sarah and I had played our usual round of tag for days. She tried to reach me at times she believed I was available, and I called her when I was positive she wasn't. When the phone rang on Saturday night, Eason and I were sitting on the couch watching a crappy movie. I had no reason not to answer, even though I planned to let it go to voicemail when I heard my sister's ringtone.

Eason darted off the sofa. No matter how fast I was, he remained a step ahead, grabbing my cell at the last possible second.

"Hello?" He sounded winded, and I could only imagine what Sarah thought the two of us were doing. "Hey, Sarah. How are you?" The pleasantries could be left out. They weren't friends. They'd never even met. Yet here the two of them were, yacking it up like old pals. "I'm good. Work's keeping me busy."