“Do you both want a detention? Because that’s where you’re headed,” I warn them, which just makes them laugh. “I would love to see you give Cali a detention,” Elijah says. “She literally cried for hours the one time I grounded her. Begged for my forgiveness. Told me she’d never do it again,” I say. Cali’s eyes are narrowing as she stops on her way to her seat. “Excuse me? I was like five.” “It was like two years ago.” “You are no longer my brother. I actually don’t know you,” she decides. “Where are you going to live then?”
