“They’re here!” Sin squealed, half hiding behind the curtain as he stared down the drive, shimmying in and out of sight, then pressing his full face to the window. “Real subtle,” Rosa laughed. “I’m not going for subtle, I’m going for unnerving,” Sin said, flapping the curtain like the wing of a bird. “I’ll keep your Pops on his toes.” I smiled, happy to find out how unsettled Sin could make my father.
