“Ugh!”

“Basket!”

“Shut up!”

“What did I do?”

This time the rolled, crumbled ball of paper from my diary hit Nick’s head instead of the trash can.

“Ow! Domestic violence!” yelled Nick clutching his head dramatically.

“What the…! We’re not ma—”

“Kids! Keep it down or I’m throwing you both out of the house!” Eva stood in my doorway with her arms crossed over her chest, tapping one foot on the floor for dramatic impact.

And she did look dramatic with her blonde ...