I Spy on my Big Sister
There was no answer to my knocking, and as always before, I let myself in, thinking she must be asleep still. I walked quietly through the house, glancing around, but went straight to Kristy’s bedroom. I expected to see her buried under the covers, sleeping soundly, but she wasn't there. The sound of water came to my ears from another room. It shut off suddenly, and I was struck with anxiety. I heard her footsteps as she padded down the hall. I turned and slipped into the closet, sliding...