

“Chris, your brother has something for you!”
Chris slammed the door. Just what he did not need right now. His mother. Just another fight waiting to happen.
Davies swung around when he entered the kitchen.
“It’s us,” he said in his strangely high voice, his way of responding to the fight.
“Who’s the one without pants or a shirt?”
“Susan.”
He laughed. “Yeah, figures. Which one is me?”
Davies pointed to the cookie with the green sweater and necklace.
“Why?”
“You going to be Rock Star!”
His eyes met his mother’s. She smiled.