It was a slumber party at Fanny's. This time, it was all my friends, even Abby. We were lying in our sleeping bags on the floor in a starburst form, our heads in the center. Me, with Fanny on my right, Kuki on hers, Sonya on hers, Rachel on hers, and Abby on hers, which was my left. We had finally worn ourselves out talking and were now falling asleep. I had turned over in my sleeping bag and saw Fanny's mat of red hair. For some reason I was always most comfortable sleeping facing towards the nearest wall. It was weird.
"Heather? You awake?"
I turned over to face Abby, lying in her sleeping bag, her red hat lying just above her head.
"Yeah," I said.
"I've been kinda wondering….why do you always show Cree a little mercy? I mean, I know I do, but you don't hafta."
"Because she's your sister," I said. "And you probably don't want to see her too broken."
"Well, a little breakage now and then, but not all the time."
"Exactly."
"But what if she wasn't my sister?"
"Let me put it this way. Her being your sister is the only thing keeping me from hiring my cousin to drive up and run her over."
"I think her armor could probably stand being run over by a car," Abby chuckled a little.
"A car? My cousin drives a train."
We both stifled our giggles, not wanting to wake the others.
"Goodnight, Heather," Abby said.
"Goodnight," I said, rolling back over. I smiled as I closed my eyes.