Shrugging she nodded towards the kitchen where their parents were talking. “They’ll be like them. Kissing and hugging all the time.”
“Is that a bad thing?” he asked.
Shaking her head at him “I guess not.” The relief in his face made her smile. She knew her brother as a cuddly type and liked to give hugs to everyone he met. “It’s just different when it’s your teacher or parents.”
“Why?” he asked “I like hugs. Why can’t they just because they’re big?”
She hadn’t thought about it like that “maybe it changes as you get older. Like you like something then you don’t then you do again.”
“That doesn’t make any sense,” he protested going back to his book.
“Maybe,” she sighed, resuming her vigil at the window.
“Time for dinner,” K.C. said coming into the living room.















