straight at me, he wouldn’t see me. I am invisible. “I’ll be there in a minute.” “Now, he said. He’s in a mood, too.” With an annoyed sigh, I pick up the cloth bookmark my younger sister, Caitlín, had made for me, and tuck it in between the pages. Then, I drop to my feet from my perch in the padded window seat that overlooks the small garden my mother likes to keep. “Why are you following me?” I ask Paddy, who is almost stepping on my heels. “I was told specifically to escort you there.” It takes everything I have not to roll my eyes. I’m sure the instructions weren’t that specific. We reach
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