I Remember

The next morning after breakfast with her family, Harper spent an inordinate amount of time trying to decide what to wear.

"You're being an idiot," she thought to herself. "You're looking at a house and you're probably going to be in a coat the whole time anyway. What does it matter what you wear?"

Still, she discarded outfit after outfit on her bed until she settled on a pair of dark, skinny jeans, a long, hunter green sweater and short, leather boots. She was pulling her hair into a ponytail when Brenna knocked briefly and entered the room.

"What hurricane blew through here?" Brenna surveyed the clothes all over the bed and chair in the room. Harper was usually fastidious, everything had its place. She'd never seen her big sister's room in such an upheaval.

Harper's ears pinked. "I was just going through my closet trying to find something to wear. I'd forgotten how cold it gets here."

She turned away from her sister's suspicious eyes as she continued hanging up clothes and putting