From WAITING ON YOU, in which Colleen is knocked out cold by a baseball and her evil twin doesnt even bring her an ice cream cone. One of my favorite parts of this book was writing the brother/sister stuff. It made me want to see my own brother and smack him fondly on the head. “Where’s my child?” Mom pushed through the crowd, the smell of Jean Naté foreshadowing doom and despair. “Baby! You poor thing!” Colleen heaved a Catholic sigh. “Hi, Mom.” “My precious girl! Oh, Lucas, hello, dear. How nice that you’re tending to Colleen. The new windows look fantastic, by the way.” And back to Colleen. “Are we going soon? I’ll ride with her,” Mom announced with great overtones of martyrdom. “I’m her mother, after all.” Her twin was back, eating a Mr. Nutty ice cream cone. “Where’s mine?” she asked. “Ran out of cash,” he said, taking a bite. “Hey, Ma.” “I’m going to the hospital with your sister. Are you coming?” “Connor, do not let her come with me,” Colleen hissed. “I will kill you in your sleep if you let her come with me.”
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