“Don’t sit on his lap,” I whispered back. “How come?” I don’t know. “Just don’t, okay?” “Okay.” “I mean it.” I held my pinky finger up to her. “Promise me.” “I promise,” she replied hooking her finger around mine before proceeding to curl up in a ball on my lap. Normally, I would kill my sister for hugging me, but not tonight. Instead, I wrapped my arm around her shoulders and kept her close.
