“What’s
going on?” I asked my forlorn sibling and my rude bartender.
“Nothing,”
Rae said, still studying the depths of her alcohol-free beverage.
Milo refreshed Rae’s drink and said, “Talk to her. You need to get it off your chest.” Then Milo turned to me and said, “Why don’t
you try a more subtle approach?”
“I
demand you tell me your troubles,” I said to my sister.
“You’re
not as funny as you think you are,” Rae replied.
“Now
that’s the ginger ale talking.”
(from Curse of the
Spellmans by Lisa Lutz)
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