When I told Andrew what she’d said, his jaw tightened.
But he only replied, “I’ll stay out of it. She’s your sister.”
For three more days, Kayla continued.
Then Sunday morning, she came downstairs in that towel again.
I opened my mouth to say something.
Andrew touched my arm and whispered, “Don’t. It’s my turn. I’m going to teach her a lesson she’ll never forget.”
I looked at him.
For once, he didn’t leave the room.
He calmly set down his coffee and looked at Kayla.
“You’ve been calling this a test all week, right?”
Kayla gave him a smug little smile.
“Exactly.”
Andrew nodded.
“Good. Then you shouldn’t have a problem with what I’m about to do.”
Kayla’s smile vanished.
Less than a minute later, she was bright red and screaming, “Andrew, you can’t do that!” (I know you’re curious about the next part, so please be patient and read on in the comments below. The coffee filters were on the top shelf, but Kayla kept asking Andrew to reach them whenever she crossed our kitchen in a towel. She called it a test, even after I told her to stop. On Sunday, Andrew set down his coffee, unlocked his phone, and showed her why he’d stopped leaving the room that day.
