Spying on My Sister
One evening, I had a late baseball game, followed by a meal
with the team at a pizza place. It was dark when I cut
through the vacant lot beside the house.
My sister Susan and her friend Nancy were sitting in the
porch swing, talking about boys and giggling a lot. I
silently slipped into the bushes beside the porch. I was
originally planning to jump out and scare them, but then I
decided I wanted to hear what they were saying. (more…)
