Sometimes I wish Mal, my other sister, lived at home still. Or was willing to come home for Christmas break, at least. She’d know how to braid Sophie’s hair. And if she were here, I wouldn’t be in the awkward position of forcing my very pretty young neighbor to spend her evening watching Disney movies with us. But when Sophie started in on her pouting and foot stomping routine, I knew that no amount of hot cocoa breathing would stave off a tantrum if Sarah said no. Now I’m torn between relief at her willingness to stay and discomfort at having a woman in my house who I’m attracted to.
