“A wasp got you in both eyes too while you were out there, huh?” my brother Jonathan piped up, giving me an expression that wasn’t totally a content one. I blinked at him, ignoring the tightness in my chest, and said, “After he stung you all over your face, from the looks of it.” Jonathan snickered, but it was half-hearted. “You look like a raccoon.” I sniffed and picked up my utensils, ignoring the look I could feel my dad giving me from his spot down the table. “At least Mom didn’t find me in the trash.” My brother choked at the exact instant
