Chapter 125

On the other side of her, Caitlin snorts with stifled laughter. “Shut up,” I mutter, and in an unexpected move, I reach around Bobbie and smack the back of my sister’s head playfully.

The look she gives me is pure fury. Before I can say I was only teasing, she lashes out, one foot kicking my ankle despite my aunt between us. “Hey!” I cry, indignant. “Stop it with the kicking already, will you? First you kick my car—”

“Because you were being mean to me,” Caitlin retorts.

“Oh, now you’re talking to me again?” She rolls her eyes and shakes her head but doesn’t answer. As Aunt Bobbie pulls out another handful of pumpkin guts, I pick a few of the seeds out myself and peg them at my sister. “I wasn’t meanto you.”