I heard Anne yelling at me all the way from where I stood in the orchard outside our home. I turned, a peach poised in my open hand, and ran inside.
"What is it, Annie?" I asked, stepping into the parlor from where she sat, staring into the laptop's screen.
"Go get Faith." She hissed. "I want you guys to see this."
You always could see where the moody, music-loving college student resided. The stairs down to the basement were covered in various computer printouts of 100 x 100 pixel icons. All different, and there were more being printed every day. It was kind of like walking through a kaliedascope.
"Faith!" I said loudly, ignoring the blast of music coming from behind the beaded curtain at the bottom of the kaliedascope. "Anne wants to show us something, dearie." I poked my head in the curtain. There she was, sprawled out on the floor, headphones in, kicking her feet to the beat like she was drunk.
"FAITH!" I yelled, close to her ear. She jumped about a foot in the air.
"What?" She snapped.
"Anne wants to show us something!" I retorted, beginning to drag her upstairs.
"Nothing could be more important than the CD I was listening to!" Faith protested, trying to grab onto something as I dragged her to the parlor.
"Oh yeah?" Anne challenged as we took our places on either side of her. "Check this out!" She pointed at the screen. I craned my neck for a better look.