09

Pretending to be lip-synching to the song and nodding to the beat, I make five large hamburgers with my hands and begin placing them in a clean pan already heated and smeared with melted butter. My hips sway from side to side as my waist tickles. I jump, my heart pounding in my chest as the air catches in my throat. Turning around, I see my sister behind me. — Cam! - panting. “Gotcha,” she jokes, grinning from ear to ear and goes back to poking me in the ribs. I stop the music on the cell phone. 'How did you get in?' I didn't hear the bell. She walks around the island, sits on a stool, resting his elbows on the counter, and picks up a slice of onion. “I found Nicolas outside,” she explains. “He told me to come in. I tilt my head, peering out the window, and see him with a few friends around my grandmother's old car that Nicolas's father paid to have towed here since it's not working. I couldn't leave it in the apartment, and it looks like Nicolas is finally making good on his promise