Before he could reach them, both Mom and Birdie grinned at each other and shook their bodies out like a couple of dogs, all to the soundtrack of Gabe shouting. Birdie cackled ominously while Mom winked at her and came over to sit next to me on the couch, despite Gabe’s protests. “And that’s how you get revenge for someone leaving an open yogurt container in your car in the middle of the summer.” Mom would never let that go. Gabe gasped. “I hadn’t even hit puberty yet!”
