![]() How many kids do you know with high-school-age sisters who take astrophysics? I’ll bet you can count them on the fingers of one elbow. “I’m listening to my astrophysics lecture.” “Then will you please stop yapping?” Janine barged on. My older sister, Janine, appeared at the top of the stairs, wearing headphones. “Hello, Claudia Lynn,” my mom called out. I closed up my throat and made a sound like a seal’s bark: “HA! HA! HA! HA!” You would have thought Desi Arnaz was there in the Kishi living room.Ĭlick. My mom is sometimes back from work at five o’clock on Fridays, but Dad only rarely makes it home early.) Their voices were muffled, so I figured they were in their bedroom. We’d just been baby-sitting for the seven Barrett/DeWitt kids that afternoon, and we’d had them in hysterics. My friend Abby Stevenson and I had been working on a routine from an I Love Lucy rerun. I closed the front door behind me and waited for the reaction. ![]() Well, as perfect as a thirteen-year-old girl can make it. It was a perfect imitation of Ricky Ricardo. “Ho-o-o-neee, I’m ho-o-ome!” I called out. ![]()
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