I was away maybe five minutes, but my sisters were already waiting for me in the kitchen. How did I know they waited for me and weren't just hanging out?
They were both standing with their arms crossed, staring at me as I came down the hall. The air was thick with theatrical accusation.
"What happened?" I asked with a deliberately neutral tone.
"Nothing," Sistine said, her voice dripping with skepticism. "We just both had a sneaking suspicion. Give me your phone." She already had her hand held out, palm up.
I was no fool, but I had just saved her number under the name 'My Ranni'—a massive giveaway in a moment of post-call idiocy. Instead of thinking about it too long, I just handed her my phone with a small, defiant smile.
