“Do I get some of that apple pie, too?” Kye asked hopefully. Mom arched a brow at him. “That depends. Are you and Lolli going to start trouble?” The grin on Kye’s face widened. “Of course.” Mom threw up her hands and moved back into the house. “I give up.” “We just like to keep you on your toes,” Kye said. “You like to give me gray hair,” Mom shot back.
