“All right, you,” she said, pointing a finger at her sister. “You get down here right now. Right now, Stevie MacKilligan. This instant!” Stevie lowered her eyes and made a little mewling sound. She took a step back—still on the ceiling—not wanting to give up her prize. “Don’t you dare run away from me, Stevie! You come down here right now! This minute!” Stevie released her grip on the ceiling and came crashing to the floor. “Spit it,” Charlie ordered her baby sister. “Spit it!” Annoyed, Stevie spit the torso out of her mouth.
