40 for Laurel and Sara maybe please?
(Finally getting to this)
40. I told you you were going to get sick if you stayed in the snow all day.”
“I told you you were going to get sick if you stayed in the snow all day.”
Sara sneezed into a tissue, her cheeks pink before she pouted back at Laurel.
“Don’t be mad at me,” Laurel shrugged. “You were the one made snow angels with your face in the ground and didn’t listen when Dad said to come in.”
Sara stuck out her tongue before burrowing deeper under her covers. “You can’t be mean to me on my birthday.”
“I’m not being mean,” Laurel muttered.
She actually did feel bad for Sara. Getting sick on your eighth birthday was never fun. Getting sick on your eighth birthday AND Christmas from playing in the snow really stunk. Dad was always telling them to play outside and get some fresh air. Well, they went and did that, and then Sara overdid it. But there had to be some way to salvage the rest of the day for her sister. Sara sulking under her sheets reminded her of the Peter Rabbit story their mom used to read to them when they were little. That was no way to spend a birthday.
“Hang on,” she said.
Laurel headed down the hall to her mom’s office. She passed by the kitchen where her parents were trying to figure out what to do for Sara for dinner. When Laurel reached the office, she made her way over to the small set of drawers that held craft supplies and such. She opened the drawers and pulled out two pads of paper, crayons, markers, and some colored pencils. On her way back to Sara’s, she stopped by her room and grabbed the portable CD player she’d gotten for her last birthday. Then she went into Sara’s room.
“Laurel?” Her sister lifted herself off the bed. “What’s that?”
“Well, you can’t go outside anymore,” Laurel said, passing one pad to her along with the colored pencils. “So we’re going to have a little party here. I’m going to put on some music and we’re going to draw. Or do hangman. Something.”
“That’s really nice,” Sara smiled at her. “And cool.”
“That’s what big sisters are. Nice and cool.”
