I stand in our kitchen, surveying a mass of grocery bags with satisfaction. Shopping mission accomplished in record time, thanks to me, Commander Terrel.
Dad puts the last bag on the counter. “You sure you got this, sweetheart?” he asks me.
I nod. “Edward can help,” I say.
My brother Edward, who is leaning against the counter messing with his phone, looks up but doesn’t object. Danny, Cheng, and Tai fled to their rooms the second we got back from the store. Danny, who’s twenty-two, said that
after all that shopping, he couldn’t stand to look at food ever again, but I notice he took an entire package of cookies into his room with him.
“Okay,” Dad says. “I’m going to get a haircut.”
“Now?” I ask. Who gets a haircut at seven o’clock at night?
“Last appointment of the day,” Dad says. “Take care of your sister, Edward.”
